Come to the Place of Prayer

Come to the place of pray­er

the day is past and gone

And on the si­lent air

the voice of praise is borne:

Sweet is the hour of rest

plea­sant the heart’s low sigh

The glow with­in our breast

and the hope be­yond the sky.

Yes

tune­ful is the sound of Christ­ians as they sing;

Welcome the glo­ry round

shed from the Spir­it’s wing;

But bliss more sweet and still than aught on earth e’er gave

Our yearn­ing souls shall fill in the world be­yond the grave.

Earth with her dreams shall fade

our bo­dies turn to dust;

Our souls shall soar and sing in man­sions of the just;

We lift our trust­ing eyes from hills our fa­thers trod

To qui­et in the skies

to the Sab­bath of our God.