Verse 1
’Tis the blessed 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,
Refrain
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there! Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
Verse 2
’Tis the blessed 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,
Verse 3
’Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried To the Savior who loves them their sorrows confide; With a sympathizing heart He removes every care;
Verse 4
’Tis the blessed hour of prayer, trusting Him we believe, That the blessings we’re needing we’ll surely receive; In the fullness of this trust we shall lose every care;