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THE KING’S BUSINESS
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“I t takes our prayer to release God’s power.” — Rev. E. A. Burroughs.
f ■ HHE World sneers at the bended knee,
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And asks, when will the suppliant work? Suggesting, ’neath the prayers there lurk
' For indolence, a “pious” plea, A tendency the toil to shirk. It little dreams, poor, blinded World, The earnest spirit pleading there Can do more by that simple prayer Than myriad shells from cannon hurled,
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On dreadnaughts launched “to do and dare.”
Omnipotence unlocks its stores
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To aid its friend—defeat its foe— To lay a Godless boasting low.
When feebleness its aid implores, No other confidence to know. Bring hither then, thy golden key! Let intercession never cease!
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War’s storm shall quieten into Peace:
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Grace shall o’er Sin have mastery:
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Thy prayer shall give God’s Power release.
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—WILLIAM OLNEY. 1
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| Metropolitan Tabernacle,
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