The Quiet Hour (Beard)

Communion with my Fa­ther

In calm and qui­et hour

Is sweet and rich in bless­ings

And Spir­it’s gra­cious pow­er;

He speaks in tones so gen­tle

He hears my hum­blest pray­er

In sec­ret of His pre­sence

I feel my Fa­ther’s care.

O Fa­ther

Spir­it

Sav­ior

Fill us with Thine own pow­er;

O

lead Thy lov­ing child­ren

To seek the qui­et hour.

When storms are fierce about me

And sor­row’s bil­lows roll

I hear the Mas­ter gent­ly

Speak peace un­to my soul;

When heart is sore with ang­uish

And eyes are dim with tears

A qui­et hour with Je­sus

Will ban­ish pain and fears.

Oh

leave life’s noise and tur­moil

And seek the qui­et hour

That He who sees in sec­ret

May give thee spir­it-pow­er;

There find your strength in weak­ness

And gird your ar­mor on

Then forth to life’s great con­flict

Till vic­to­ry is won.