Sweet Hour of Prayer

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!