W. Walford

8.8.8.8.D.

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.

2

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 every care,

And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

3

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:

In my immortal flesh I’ll rise

To seize the everlasting prize;

And shout, while passing through the air,

Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!