The Spirit of Prayer
Oh, may I prize a throne of grace, Accessible in every place; Wherever I lift my soul in prayer, On earth or sea, my God is there. If in the hour of deep distress, Its woes, my heart in sighs express; A sweet return of love I find, To sooth the sorrows of the mind. Or when the grateful odors rise Of praise-delightful sacrifice! My soul expands with joys unknown To every bosom, but its own. Ah, where proceeds this sacred love, Descending gently from above? To Thee, Savior, and Thy blood, I owe this precious gift of God. Oh, may I daily love Thee more, Of blessings, Thee, the bounteous store; On me let every grace descend, Oh, source of bliss, Thou sinner's friend!
- Thomas Reade