“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 thou canst reach the store
Of hoarded gold and free it for the Lord;
There is a place—upon some distant shore—
Where thou canst send the worker or the Word.
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.”