128. Blessed Hour Of Prayer

‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer,
when our hearts lowly bend,
And we gather to Jesus,
our Saviour and Friend!
If we come to Him in faith,
His protection to share,
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!

CHORUS
Blessed hour of prayer,
Blessed hour of prayer,
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!

‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer,
when the Saviour draws near,
With a tender compassion
His children to hear!
When He tells us we may cast,
at His feet ev’ry care,
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!

‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer,
when the tempest and tried,
To the Saviour who loves them
their sorrows confide!
With a sympathizing heart,
He removes ev’ry care!
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!

At the blessed hour of prayer,
trusting Him we believe,
That the blessings we are needing
we’ll surely receive,
In the fullness of this trust
we shall lose ev’ry care;
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!