Classic Poem

In themselves as weak as worms.
How can feeble saints prevail,
When temptations, trials, storms.
Foes, and crime their souls assail?

Weak indeed they know they are,
But they seek the throne of grace,
And the God, who answers pray'r,
Helps them, when they seek his face.

Though he may awhile delay,
Yet his help they're sure to gain;
He, who taught their hearts to pray,
Will not let them cry in vain.

Wrestling pray'r can wonders do,
Bring relief in deepest straits;
Pray'r can force a passage through
Iron bars and brazen gates.