“Sweet is the precious gift of prayer,
To bow before a throne of grace;
To leave our every burden there,
And gain new strength to run our race;
To gird our heavenly armor on,
Depending on the Lord alone.
“And sweet the whisper of His love,
When conscience sinks beneath its load,
That bids our guilty fears remove,
And points to Christ’s atoning blood;
Oh, then ’tis sweet indeed to know
God can be just and gracious too.
“But oh, to see our Savior’s face!
From sin and sorrow to be freed!
To dwell in His divine embrace—
This will be sweeter far indeed!
The fairest form of earthly bliss
Is less than nought, compared with this.”