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,
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
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 ev’ry
care,
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
3. ‘Tis the blesse...(+)
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,
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
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 ev’ry
care,
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
3. ‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted
and tried
To the Savior Who loves them their sorrow confide;
With a sympathizing heart He removes ev’ry
care—
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
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 ev’ry
care—
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
Chorus: Blessed hour of prayer,
Blessed hour of prayer—
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!
