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To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #70 (1854) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1. To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, And go from my home, it afflicts not my heart, Like thoughts of absenting myself for a day From that blessed retreat where I've chosen to pray, I've chosen to pray. 2. Dear bower where the pine and the poplar have spread, And wove, with their branches, a roof o'er my head, How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there, And poured out my soul to my Savior in prayer, My Savior in prayer. 3. The early shrill notes of the loved nightingale That dwelt in my bower, I observed as my bell, To call me to duty, while birds of the air Sing anthems of praises as I went to prayer, As I went to prayer. 4. How sweet were the zephyrs perfumed by the pine, The ivy, the balsam, and wild eglantine; But sweeter, ah! sweeter, superlative were The joys I have tasted in answer to prayer, In answer to prayer. 5. For Jesus, my Savior, oft deigned there to meet, And blessed with his presence my humble retreat Oft filled me with rapture and blessedness there, Inditing, in heaven's own language, my prayer, Own language my prayer. 6. Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you adieu, And pay my devotions in parts that are new, For Jesus, my Savior, resides everywhere, And can, in all places give answer to prayer, Give answer to prayer. Languages: English Tune Title: BOWER OF PRAYER

Bower of Prayer

Hymnal: The Little Sower for Sabbath Schools #53 (1870) First Line: To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part Lyrics: 1 To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, And go from my house it affects not my heart, Like the thought of absenting myself for a day From that bless'd retreat where I've chosen to pray, I've chosen to pray. 2 Sweet bower where the pine and the poplar have spread, And woven their branches a roof o'er my head, How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there, And poured out my soul to my Saviour in prayer, my Saviour in prayer. 3 The early shrill notes of a loved nightingale That dwelt in my bower, I observed as my bell To call me to duty while birds in the air Sung anthems of praise as I went to prayer. 4 T'was under the covert of that pleasant grove That Jesus was pleased my guilt to remove, Presented himself as the only true way Of life and salvation, and taught me to pray. 5 How sweet were the zephyrs perfumed with the pine, The ivy, the balsam, the wild eglantine; But sweeter, oh, sweeter, superlative were The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer. 6 For Jesus, my Saviour, oft deigned to meet, And bless with his presence my humble retreat, Oft filled me with rapture and blessedness there, Inditing in heaven's own language my prayer. Tune Title: [To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part]