1 For this sweet hour, O heav’nly King,
To Thee our thanks, our praise, we bring;
For this sweet hour, whose light has shone
With beams reflected from Thy throne.
2 And now, dear Saviour, as we part,
Impress Thy truth on every heart;
And may this precious means of grace
Incline us all to seek Thy face.
3 Control our thoughts, our footsteps guide;
May peace henceforth in us abide;
And may this holy Sabbath be
A day’s march nearer, Lord, to Thee.
|First Line:||For this sweet hour, O heav'nly King|
|Author:||Mrs. Edna L. Park|