There's a holy high vocation
Needing workers everywhere
'Tis the highest form of service:
'Tis the ministry of prayer

No one need stand idle, longing
For a place in which to share
Active service for the Master
There is always room in prayer

In these days of tribulation
Wickedness pervades the air
And the battles we engage in
Must be won through fervent prayer

There's no weapon half so mighty
As that which intercessors bear
Nor a broader field of service
Than the ministry of prayer

Do you long to see the millions
Who are perishing today
Snatched as brands plucked from the burning
Do you long, yet seldom pray?

Are you longing for revival
In the good old fashioned way
We must use the old fashioned method
Which has always been to pray

Do you long to meet the Savior
And your loved ones in the air
May His coming find us faithful
In the ministry of prayer

Come and join the intercessors
Laurels, then someday you'll wear
For there is no higher service
Than the ministry of prayer!