’Tis the Blessèd Hour of Prayer

’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!

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!

’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!

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!