âTis 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 ! Oh, how sweet to be there !
Blessed hour of prayer ! Blessed hour of prayer ! What a balm for the weary I Oh, how sweet to be there !
2. âTis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Saviour draws near, With tender compassion His people to hear; When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care, What a balm for the weary ! Oh, how sweet to be there !
3. 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried, To the Saviour who loves them their sorrows confide : With a sympathising heart He re- moves every care ; What a balm for the weary ! Oh, how sweet to be there !
4. At the blessed hour of prayer, if we firmly believe That the blessing we ask for we'll surely receive, In the fulness of delight we shall lose every care ; What a balm for the weary ! Oh, how sweet to be there !