The smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God.@Revelation 8:4

Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems 1749.

Effingham, in The Sacred Harp or Eclectic Harmony, edited by Lowell Mason & Timothy B. Mason (Cincinnati, Ohio: Truman & Smith, 1859) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

O Thou, our Savior, brother, friend,
Behold a cloud of incense rise;
The prayers of saints to Heaven ascend,
Grateful, accepted sacrifice.

Regard our prayers for Zion’s peace;
Shed in our hearts Thy love abroad;
Thy gifts abundantly increase;
Enlarge, and fill us all with God.

Before Thy sheep, great Shepherd, go,
And guide into Thy perfect will;
Cause us Thy hallowed name to know,
The work of faith in us fulfill.

Help us to make our calling sure;
O let us all be saints indeed,
And pure, as Thou Thyself art pure,
Conformed in all things to our head.

Take the dear purchase of Thy blood:
Thy blood shall wash us white as snow;
Present us sanctified to God,
And perfected in love below.