Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Uttered or unexpressed The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast Prayer is the burden of a sigh The falling of a tear The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high Prayer is the Christian's vital breath The Christian's native air His watchword at the gates of death He enters heav'n with prayer Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways While angels in their songs rejoice And cry, "Behold! He prays!" And cry, "Behold! He prays!" Nor prayer is made on earth alone The Holy Spirit pleads And Jesus at the Father's throne For sinners intercedes O Thou by whom we come to God The Life, the Truth, the Way The path of prayer Thyself hast trod Lord, teach us how to pray... O Thou by whom we come to God, Lord, teach us how to pray