by Guest » Mon Aug 07, 2017 2:00 am
Fanny Crosby Hymn. Favorites Number 5 Singspiration series.
48
How sweet to hide ourselves away, Where only God is near,
And breathe our inmost secret tho'ts, Where only He can hear.
CHORUS:
Prayer is the key, the only key, To Heav'ns unfailing store;
Faith is the hand that guides our own, But prayer unlocks the door.
There's not a wound that sorrow gives, There's not a pain we feel,
But if we go to God in prayer, His love will gently heal.
How oft in prayer a sudden light Breaks forth thru' clouded skies'
And on its beams, to Him we love, Our longing souls arise.
In prayer we find a calm relief From every throb of pain;
And they who trust in Christ, our Lord, Shall never trust in vain.
CHORUS:
Prayer is the key, the only key, To heav'ns unfailing store;
Faith is the hand that guides our own, But prayer unlock the door.
Fanny Crosby Hymn. Favorites Number 5 Singspiration series.
48
How sweet to hide ourselves away, Where only God is near,
And breathe our inmost secret tho'ts, Where only He can hear.
CHORUS:
Prayer is the key, the only key, To Heav'ns unfailing store;
Faith is the hand that guides our own, But prayer unlocks the door.
There's not a wound that sorrow gives, There's not a pain we feel,
But if we go to God in prayer, His love will gently heal.
How oft in prayer a sudden light Breaks forth thru' clouded skies'
And on its beams, to Him we love, Our longing souls arise.
In prayer we find a calm relief From every throb of pain;
And they who trust in Christ, our Lord, Shall never trust in vain.
CHORUS:
Prayer is the key, the only key, To heav'ns unfailing store;
Faith is the hand that guides our own, But prayer unlock the door.