There is a place where thou canst touch the eyes
Of blinded men to instant, perfect sight;
There is a place where thou canst say “Arise!”
To dying captives bound in chains of night;
There is a place where heaven’s resistless power
Responsive moves to thine insistent plea;
There is a place – a silent, trusting hour –
Where God himself descends and fights for thee.
Where is that blessed place – dost thou ask “Where ?”
O soul, it is the secret place of prayer.