Prayer Is the Key

Prayer is the key for the bend­ing knee

To op­en the morn’s first hours;

See the in­cense rise to the star­ry skies

Like per­fume from the flow­ers.

Not a soul so sad

nor a heart so glad

When com­eth the shades of night

But the day­break song will the joy pro­long

And some dark­ness turn to light.

Take the gold­en key in your hand and see

As the night-tide drifts away

How its bless­èd hold is a crown of gold

Thro’ the wea­ry hours of day.

When the sha­dows fall

and the ves­per call

Is sob­bing its low re­frain

’Tis a gar­land sweet to the toil-dent feet

And an an­ti­dote for pain.

Soon our toils will cease

and will come re­lease;

Life’s tears shall be wiped away

As the pearl gates swing

and the gold harps ring

And we en­ter eter­nal day.