The weary ones had rest, the sad had joy
That day, and wondered "how?"
A plowman singing at his work had prayed,
'Lord, help them now.'

Away in foreign lands, they wondered "how"
Their simple word had power.
At home, the gleaners, two or three had met,
To pray an hour.

Yes, we are always wondering "how"
Because we do not see
Someone, unknown perhaps, and far away
On bended knee.

Anon

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon his knees.
- William Cowper