1 There is an hour of calm relief
From every throbbing care,
‘Tis when, before a throne of grace,
I kneel in secret prayer.
O that voice to me so dear,
Breathing soft on my ear!
Weary child, look up and see;
‘Tis thy Saviour speaks to thee.
2 When one by one, like threads of gold,
The hues of twilight fall,
O sweet communion with my God,
My Saviour and my all! [Refrain]
3 I hear seraphic tones that float
Amid celestial air,
And bathe my soul in streams of joy,
Alone in secret prayer. [Refrain]
4 O when the hour of death shall come,
How sweet from thence to rise,
With pray’r on earth my latest breath,
My watchword to the skies. [Refrain]
Source: Joyful Lays: a new collection of songs, prepared and adapted for the Sunday School #21
|First Line:||There is an hour of calm relief|
|Author:||Fanny J. Crosby|
|Refrain First Line:||O that voice to me so dear|