1 His house was the house of prayer.
2 Men who their hands, with prayer and blessing, lay.
3 When he was at our house, we were sure to be called in to prayers.
4 Every tone was a testimony against slavery, and a prayer to God for deliverance from chains.
5 No words, no tears, no prayers, from his gory victim, seemed to move his iron heart from its bloody purpose.
6 Ye devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayers; therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation.
7 The clanking of fetters and the rattling of chains in the prison, and the pious psalm and solemn prayer in the church, may be heard at the same time.
8 He would make a short prayer in the morning, and a long prayer at night; and, strange as it may seem, few men would at times appear more devotional than he.
9 They told a tale of woe which was then altogether beyond my feeble comprehension; they were tones loud, long, and deep; they breathed the prayer and complaint of souls boiling over with the bitterest anguish.