“What Numerous Hindrances We Meet” by William Cowper

What va­ri­ous hin­dranc­es we meet
In com­ing to a mer­cy seat;
But who that is aware of the price of pray­er
However want­es to be oft­en there?

Prayer makes the darkish­ened cloud with­draw;
Prayer climbs the lad­der Ja­cob noticed,
Offers ex­er­cise to religion and love,
Brings ev­ery bless­ing from above.

Restraining pray­er, we stop to battle;
Prayer makes the Christ­ian’s ar­mor vibrant,
And Sa­tan trem­bles when he sees
The weak­est saint up­on his knees.

Whereas Mo­ses stood with arms unfold large,
Success was discovered on Is­ra­el’s aspect;
However when by way of wea­ri­ness they failed,
That mo­ment Ama­lek pre­vailed.

Have you ever no phrases? Ah, suppose once more;
Phrases stream apace once you com­plain
And fill your fel­low crea­ture’s ear
With the unhappy story of all of your care.

Have been half the breath thus useless­ly spent
To heav’n in sup­pli­ca­tion despatched,
Your cheer­ful tune would oft­en­er be
“Hear what the Lord has executed for me!”

Take heed to the message “The Soldier’s Weapons”

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