’Tis the
blessèd 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!
Refrain
Blessèd hour
of prayer,
blessèd hour
of prayer,
What a balm
for the
weary, O how
sweet to be
there!
’Tis the
blessèd 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!
Refrain
’Tis the
blessèd 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!
Refrain
At the
blessèd 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!
Refrain
