| Song | The Golden Key |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | John Parker |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 10.7.10.7 |
| Tags | The Golden Key |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Psalm 55:17 |
| CCLI Song No |
Prayer Is The Key On The Bending Knee
To Open The Morn’s First Hours;
See The Incense Rise To The Starry Skies,
Like Perfume From The Flowers.
Not A Soul So Sad, Nor A Heart So Glad,
When Cometh The Shades Of Night,
But The Daybreak Song Will The Joy Prolong,
And Darkness Turn To Light.
Take The Golden Key In Your Hand And See,
As The Night Tide Drifts Away,
How Its Blessed Hold Is A Crown Of Gold,
Through The Weary Hours Of Day.
When The Shadows Fall, And The Vesper Call
Is Sobbing Its Low Refrain,
‘Tis A Garland Sweet To The Toil-Worn Feet,
And A Healing Touch For Pain.
Soon The Year’s Dark Door Shall Be Shut No More;
Life’s Tears Shall Be Wiped Away
As The Pearl Gates Swing And The Gold Harps Ring,
Ushering In Eternal Day.
