Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
  Uttered or unexpressed—
The motion of a hidden fire
  That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,
  The falling of a tear—
The upward glancing of an eye,
  When none but God is near...

Father of all! in every age,
  In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
  Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great First Cause, least understood,
  Who all my sense confined
To know but this, that thou art good,
  And that...