CH1941, Hymn #325

Verse 1
My 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?

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

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

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