Text: | The Hour of Prayer |
Author: | Charlotte Elliott |
Tune: | [My God, is any hour so sweet] |
Composer: | Rev. Wm. Stone |
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 pray’r, the hour of pray’r?
Refrain:
Lord, teach us how to pray,
Lord, teach us how to pray,
Lord, teach us how to pray,
Teach us how to pray.
2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of pray’r upborne,
The world I leave, the world I leave. [Refrain]
3 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
My spirit seems in heav’n to stay;
And e’en the penitential tear
Is wiped away, is wiped away. [Refrain]
4 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore
No privilege so dear shall be.
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In pray’r to Thee, in pray’r to Thee. [Refrain]
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My God, is any hour so sweet |
Title: | The Hour of Prayer |
Author: | Charlotte Elliott |
Refrain First Line: | Lord, teach us how to pray |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1905 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [My God, is any hour so sweet] |
Composer: | Rev. Wm. Stone |