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Henry Beer

Mary Ann Yergler Rassi

Alvin (Bud) Herman Manz in 2024

How sweet the privilege of prayer,
When we our cares and sorrows share
With Him who understands.
With Him who understands.
Our Father's house has large supplies
He owns and rules the earth and skies
And bounteous are His hands.
And bounteous are His hands.

'Tis not command nor mere decree
That makes men come on bended knee
To seek His holy face.
To seek His holy face.
When'er the soul's deep need arise,
In fears and trials it relies
On His sustaining grace.
On His sustaining grace.

As friend to friend will oft confide,
In prayer we seek the Saviour's side,
And tell Him all our grief.
And tell Him all our grief.
If we but ask He'll lend His aid;
When on His altar prayers are laid,
He'll send the soul relief.
He'll send the soul relief.

Wher'er we are is holy ground,
God lives wherever men are found,
And enters at their quest.
And enters at their quest.
Have you not found some favored place
Where you can feel His kind embrace,
And feel supremely blest.
And feel supremely blest.

Ashamed of Prayer? Oh, blush for shame
If we should scorn that worthy name,
Whom heaven and saints adore!
Whom heaven and saints adore!
To penitent and contrite heart
His healing balm He will impart
And shield forevermore.
And shield forevermore.

In life's deep sorrows, e'en in death
Let prayer sustain your fleeting breath
Until your Friend you meet.
Until your Friend you meet.
Lift up your heart and kneel in prayer
Your offering is accepted there,
As incense pure and sweet.
As incense pure and sweet.