Sunflower with Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire and Go, labor on, spend and be spent

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

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

  Prayer is the simplest form of speech
  That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
  The Majesty on high.

  Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
  Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice
  And cry, “Behold, he prays!”

  Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
  The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
  He enters heaven with prayer.

  O thou, by whom we come to God,
  The Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer thyself has trod:
  Lord, teach us how to pray!
                              James Montgomery


  Go, labor on, spend and be spent,
  Thy joy to do the Father’s will;
It is the way the Master went;
  Should not the servant tread it still?

  Go, labor on; ‘tis not for naught;
  Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not:
  The Master praises,-what are men?

  Go, labor on; enough, while here,
  If He shall praise thee, if He deign
The willing heart to mark and cheer:
  No toil for Him shall be in vain.

  Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
  For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice,
  The midnight peal: “Behold, I come!”
        Rev. Horatius Bonar