Candles with Unanswered yet? The pray’r your lips have pleaded and The shadows of the evening hours

Unanswered yet?  The pray’r your lips have pleaded
In agony of heart these many years?
Does faith begin to fail, is hope departing,
And think you all in vain those falling tears?
Say not the Father hath not heard your pray’r;
You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere,
You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet?  Tho’ when you first presented
This one petition at the Father’s throne,
It seemed you could not wait the time of asking,
So urgent was your heart to make it known.
Tho’ years have passed since then, do not despair;
The Lord will answer you, sometime, somewhere,
The Lord will answer you, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered, yet?  Nay, do not say ungranted;
Perhaps your part is not yet wholly done;
The work began when first your pray’r was uttered,
And God will finish what He has begun.
If you will keep the incense burning there,
His glory you shall see, sometime, somewhere,
His glory you shall see, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet?  Faith cannot be unanswered;
Her feet were firmly planted on the Rock;
Amid the wildest storm pray’r stands undaunted,
Nor quails before the loudest thunder shock;
She knows Omnipotence has heard her pray’r,
And cries, “It shall be done, sometime, somewhere,”
And cries, “It shall be done, sometime, somewhere.”

Mrs. Ophelia G. AdamsThe shadows of the evening hours
  Fall from the darkening sky;
Upon the fragrance of the flowers
  The dews of evening lie.
Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven,
  We kneel at close of day;
Look on Thy children from on high,
  And hear us while we pray.

The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord,
  O do not Thou despise,
But let the incense of our prayers
  Before Thy mercy rise.
The brightness of the coming night
  Upon the darkness rolls;
With hopes of future glory chase
  The shadows on our souls.

Slowly the rays of daylight fade:
  So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy,
  That one by one depart.
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,
  Within the heavens shine:
Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven,
  And trust in things divine.

Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace, O God,
  Upon our souls descend;
From midnight fears and perils,
  Thou our trembling hearts defend.
Give us a respite from our toil;
  Calm and subdue our woes;
Through the long day we labour, Lord,
  O give us now repose. Amen

Adelaide A. Procter