Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
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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 contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, "Behold, he prays!" Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. No prayer is made on earth alone; The Holy Spirit pleads; And Jesus on the eternal 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! |
Fit prex quod anima cupit audita seu tacens, clam cum se flamma moverit in pectore tremens. Est grave prex suspirium madens et oculus levatioque luminum qua solus est Deus. Est prex quod simplicissimum infans balbutiat, et est sublime canticum quod chorus erigat. Fit peccatoris prex ubi redivit a viis et "en!" laetantes angeli clamant "precatur is!" Prex Christiani halitus, nativae cui preces; hanc tesseram monstrabimus supernas ad fores. Preci, ne fiat hic modo, accedit Spiritus; et es pro nobis e throno, Jesu, causidicus. O ducens ad Deum Via, O Vita (et) Veritas, (precatus ipse es antea) precari doceas. |