THE PRAYER
Martha Dickinson Bianchi translation
When faints the heart for sorrow, In life's hard, darkened hour, My spirit breathes a wondrous prayer Full of love's inward power.
There is a might inspiring Each consecrated word, That speaks the inconceivable And holy will of God.
The heavy load slips from my heart— Oppressing doubt takes flight, The soul believes, the tears break forth— And all is light, so light!