Pray, pray though your eyes grow dim,
Go with your troubles straight to Him;
Pray, pray, for God understands;
Have faith, leaving all in His dear hands.

Pray, pray, be calm and still,
Whatever comes must be His will;
His promises like buds unfold,
Naught that is good will He withhold.

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Pray, pray till faith grows strong,
And in your heart rings heaven’s song;
Till self shall die in pure desire,
And every thought to Him aspire.

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