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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour
of prayer, That calls me from a world of care
And bids me at my Father's throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
by thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour
of prayer, Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness,
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my ev'ry care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour
of prayer, May I thy consolation share,
Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty
height, I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop and
rise, To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while passing thru the
air, "Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"
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