We know not how to pray
Save as His Spirit in our hearts
Shall teach us what to say.
The Father’s great Amen
That rounds our halting periods
To sense beyond our ken.
He lets us make the links,
And with our slow and stammering speech
Interpret what He thinks.
Of every trusting soul,
And weld them to Thine own desire
To make a perfect whole.
We cannot speak or spell,
Of the short syllable we lisp
Be Thou the End as well!