Chapter 14 A PRAYER-MEETING

Oh the precious privilege

To the pious given,

Sending by the dove of prayer

Holy words to heaven!

Arrows from the burning sun

Cleave the quivering air;

Swifter, loftier, surer on,

Speeds the dove of prayer,

Bearing from the parted lips

Words of holy love,

Warm as from the heart they gushed,

To the throne above.

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