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Charlotte Elliott on Prayer

1789–1871 England

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2 quotes

Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.

Hours of Sorrow (1836)

My God! is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening-star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,—
The hour of prayer?

Hours of Sorrow (1836)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Charlotte Elliott (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.