My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet?

1My 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?

2No words can tell, what sweet relief Here for my every want,
I find;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.

3Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
My spirit seems in heaven to stay;
And e'en the penitential tear Is wiped away.

4Lord, till I reach that blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.