The Hymnal ‎#572

572. My God, is any hour so sweet

1. My God, is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,
The hour of prayer?

2. Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,
And blest the solemn hour of eve,
When, on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.

3. Then is my strength by Thee renewed;
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of heaven.

4. No words can tell what sweet relief
There for my every want I find,
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind!

5. Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear,
My spirit seems in heaven to stay,
And e'en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.

6. Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, is any hour so sweet
• Author: Charlotte Elliott (1835 (Text of 1836))
• Publication Date: 1895

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