'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend
And we gather to Jesus, our Savior and Friend
If we come to Him in faith, His protection to share
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Savior draws near
With a tender compassion His children to hear
When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried
To the Savior Who loves them their sorrow confide
With a sympathizing heart He removes every care
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
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At the blessed hour of prayer, trusting Him, we believe
That the blessing we're needing we'll surely receive
In the fullness of the trust we shall lose every care
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
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