'Tis the Blessed Hour of Prayer
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'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,
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!
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Blessed hour of prayer,
Blessed hour of prayer,
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!
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'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,
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!
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'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;
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!
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At 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;
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!
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