Later in 1855 Joseph’s mother became ill in Ireland and he penned this poem to give her encouragement and comfort in her last days.
It is hard to imagine the depth of pain this man went through. And like most long lasting songs one person’s pain becomes another person’s hope.
What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and grief’s to bear.What a privilege to carry, everything to God in Prayer. O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry, everything to God in Prayer.
Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.Can we find a friend so faithful, who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care? Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; in his arms He’ll take and shield thee, thou wilt find a solace there.
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised, Thou wilt all our burdens bear May we ever, Lord, be bringing, all to Thee in earnest prayer. Soon in glory bright unclouded, there will be no need for prayer Rapture, praise and endless worship, will be our sweet portion there.