  “Lord, what a change within us one short hour Spent in Thy presence will prevail to make! What heavy burdens from our bosoms take; What parched grounds refresh as with a shower. “We kneel—and all around us seems to lower; We rise—and all, the distant and the near, Stands forth in sunny outline brave and clear; We kneel: how weak!—we rise: how full of power! “Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong, Or others—that we are not always strong? That we are ever overborne with care; That we should ever weak or heartless be, Anxious or troubled, while with us is prayer, And joy, and strength, and courage, are with Thee?” Trench. |
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