Jesus, who knows full well The heart of every saint, Invites us all our griefs to tell, To pray, and never faint. He bows His gracious ear, We never plead in vain; Then let us wait till He appear, And pray, and pray again. Though unbelief suggest, "Why should we longer wait?" He bids us never give Him rest, But knock at mercy's gate. Jesus, the Lord, will hear His chosen when they cry; Yes, though He may awhile forbear, He'll help them from on high. Then let us earnest cry, And never faint in prayer; He sees, He hears, and from on high Will make our cause His care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS LITTLE BOY BLUE by EUGENE FIELD TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST |