The Bliss of One Sweet Hour

O the bliss of one sweet hour

When the heart for­gets its care

And the gent­ly fall­ing show­er

Brings the joy of an­swered pray­er;

O the hap­py

hap­py tears

Bursting forth like gems of light

While the Fa­ther’s smile ap­pears

As they spar­kle warm and bright.

O the bliss of one sweet hour

When the heart for­gets its care

And the gent­ly fall­ing show­er

Brings the joy of an­swered pray­er.

When our songs of rap­ture swell

And our souls in Christ are one

When we meet His love to tell

O ’tis Heav­en on earth be­gun;

And we sigh and long to stay

With the friends we hold so dear

But the mo­ments glide away—

And our call they will not hear.

There’ll be more of rap­ture still

Than the heart has ev­er known

When we climb the tow­er­ing hill

Leading up­ward to the throne;

Then be­yond this fleet­ing shore

And the stormy bil­lows’ foam

With the mill­ions gone be­fore

We shall meet and rest at home.