The Source of Power

When I do not stop to pray,

The cross is hard to bear;

‘Tis then that heaven seems far away

And God seems not to care.

When I cannot find one hour–

(O, What a meager cost!)–

‘Tis then I seem to have no power

To witness to the lost.

When I do not start the day

With Christ, my All in All,

‘Tis then that Satan has his way

And I am sure to fall.

‘Tis then that little things annoy

And feelings crave release,

‘Tis then I seem to lose His joy

And miss His inward peace.

Lord, let me look into Thy face

Till all else fades away,

Then shall my spirit learn Thy grace,

My heart shall learn to pray.