Scripture Verse

Continue in prayer. Colossians 4:2


Rigdon M. McIntosh

Words: Ann L. Chad­wick, in The Harp, ed­it­ed by Hir­am May (Per­ry, New York: Am­er­i­can Ci­ti­zen Of­fice, 1840), num­ber 12, alt. This source gives the au­thor as Ann Lut­ton, Chad­wick’s maid­en name.

Music: Rig­don M. Mc­In­tosh, in Pray­er and Praise, ed­it­ed by At­ti­cus G. Hay­good & Rig­don Mc­In­tosh (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: J. W. Burke, 1883), num­ber 12 (🔊 pdf nwc). This source shows the com­pos­er as Em­i­li­us La­roche, Mc­In­tosh’s pseu­do­nym.

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Chad­wick (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


When torn is the bosom
By sorrow or care,
Be it ever so simple,
There’s nothing like prayer;
It eases, soothes, softens,
Subdues, yet sustains,
Gives vigor to hope,
And puts passion in chains.


Prayer, prayer, sweet, sweet prayer,
Be it ever so simple,
There’s nothing like prayer.

When far from the friends
We hold dearest to part,
What fond recollections
Still cling to my heart,
Past scenes and past converse,
Enjoyments are there,
How hurtfully pleasing
Till hallowed by prayer.


When pleasure would woo us
From piety’s arms,
The siren sings sweetly,
Or silently charms,
We listen, love, loiter,
Are caught in the snare,
On looking to Jesus
We conquer by prayer.


While strangers to prayer
We are strangers to bliss,
Heaven pours its full streams
Through no medium but this;
And till we the seraphim’s
Ecstasy share,
Our chalice of joy
Must be guarded by prayer.