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 parchèd 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, when with us is prayer, 
And joy, and strength, and courage, are with Thee?