GHS 163 Prayer
My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet?
Verse 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?
Verse 2
Blest be that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave.
Verse 3
For then a day-spring shines on me, Brighter than morn's ethereal glow; And richer dews descend from Thee Than earth can know.
Verse 4
Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude With hope of heaven.
Verse 5
No word can tell what blest relief, There for my every want I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief; What peace of mind.
Verse 6
Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And even the penitential tear Is wiped away.
Verse 7
Lord, till I reach Your blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.
GHS 163 · Prayer
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