When days are dark and gloom spreads far,

When night is void of moon or star,

When sin-born sorrows all things mar,

Pray it away!

When heart-aches gnaw with numbing pain,

When comfort seems a thing inane,

When life seems empty-handed, vain,

Pray it away!

When fever’s fiery fingers burn,

When loves ones moan and groan and turn,

When Death seeks all our joys to spurn,

Pray it away!

When life is ebbing low and fast,

When the soul is going home at last,

When hope seems dead– don’t stand aghast,

Pray it away!