Some One is Praying for Me

I know by the deep peace that comes to my soul,When of light not a ray can I see,That to Him who e'er maketh the wounded heart whole,Some one is praying for me.

I know by these visions so holy and bright,By this love, from all earthly taint free,Illuming my pathway with Heaven's own light,That some one is praying for me.

I know by sweet voices now whispering hope,Like soft murmur of far-distant sea;The spirit thus nerving with life's ills to cope,That some one is praying for me.

Oh! Hearer of prayer, make that soul thy care,Where'er on this earth it may be;Each heavy cross lighten, each sorrow-cloud brighten,For one who is praying for me.