Pray on—pray on—poor suff’ring soul!
Why wilt thou not thy burdens roll
On Him who died for thee?
O! cease not till thy dying day,
Beneath his cross, to watch and pray;—
Live on thy bended knee!
O! pale faced mourner! raise thy head,
And weep not for the sainted dead
Who’ve left this world and thee;
Remember they are angels now;
And God will teach thy will to bow,
While on thy bended knee.
Come, bring the noblest offering—
Thy broken heart; the Heavenly King
Will surely smile on thee;
He dearly loves the broken heart;
And thou shalt feel thy woes depart,
While on thy bended knee.
Now prostrate lie, and kiss the rod;
The secret purpose of thy God
May not be known to thee;
But in the ocean of his love
Drown all thy fears, and look above,
Still on thy bended knee.