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Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of
prayer! That calls me from a world of
care, And bids me at my Father’s throne Make
all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of
distress and grief, My soul has often found
relief And oft escaped the tempter’s
snare By thy return, sweet hour of
prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of
prayer! The joys I feel, the bliss I
share, Of those whose anxious spirits
burn With strong desires for thy
return! With such I hasten to the
place Where God my Savior shows His
face, And gladly take my station there, And
wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet
hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings
shall my petition bear To Him whose truth and
faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to
bless. And since He bids me seek His
face, Believe His Word and trust His
grace, I’ll cast on Him my every care, And
wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet
hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy
consolation share, Till, from Mount Pisgah’s
lofty height, I view my home and take my
flight: This robe of flesh I’ll drop and
rise To seize the everlasting prize; And
shout, while passing through the
air, “Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of
prayer!” | |
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