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 ?
2. Then is my strength by Thee renewed ; Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude, With hopes of heaven.
3. No words can tell what sweet relief Here for my every want I find : What strength for warfare, balm for What peace of mind ! [grief,
4. Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear ; My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And e'en the penitential tear Is wiped away.
5. Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.