MY GOD IS ANY HOUR SO SWEET-576
Hour of prayer Acts 3:1
My God, is any hour so sweet
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet—
The hour of prayer?
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet—
The hour of prayer?
Blest is that tranquil hour
of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.
Then is my strength by Thee
renewed;
Then are my sins by Thee forgiv’n;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of Heav’n.
Then are my sins by Thee forgiv’n;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of Heav’n.
No words can tell what sweet
relief
There for my every want I find,
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.
There for my every want I find,
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.
Hushed is each doubt, gone
ev’ry fear;
My spirit seems in Heav’n to stay;
And e’en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.
My spirit seems in Heav’n to stay;
And e’en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.
Lord, till I reach yon
blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.
No privilege so dear shall be
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.
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