There’ is an eye that never sleeps

Beneath the wing of night;

There is an ear that never shuts,

When sink the beams of light.

There is an arm that never tires,

When human strength gives way;

There is a love that never fails,

When earthly loves decay.

That eye is fix’d on seraph throngs;

That arm upholds the sky;

That ear is fill’d with angel songs:

That love is throned on high.

But there’s a pow’r, which man can wield

When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love to reach,

That list’ning ear to gain.

That pow’r is pray’r, which soars on high

Through Jesus to the throne,

And moves the hand, which moves the world,

To bring salvation down.