'Tis the Blessed Hour of Prayer

1'Tis 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!
O how sweet to be there!

RefrainBlessed hour of prayer,
Blessed hour of prayer,
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!

2'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Saviour 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!

3'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried To the Saviour who loves them their sorrows confide;
With a sympathizing heart He removes every care;
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!

4At the blessed hour of prayer, trusting Him we believe,
That the blessings we're needing we'll surely receive;
In the fullness of this trust we shall lose every care;
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!