The Hour of Prayer

1 When weary I have grown beneath my burden,
And heavy hangs the cross that I must bear;
When trials hide the beauty of my guerdon,
How sweet the comfort of the hour of prayer.

Chorus:
O blessed hour, when Jesus comes to me!
O hallowed hour, my soul delights in thee!
In joy, in grief, in sorrow pain or care,
I'll cling to thee, thou blessed hour of prayer.

2 When sorrow throws a shadow o'er my vision,
And ev'ry step I take reveals a snare;
When lost to sight are glowing fields elysion,
How sweet the comfort of the hour of prayer. [Chorus]

3 When by the world and earthly friends forsaken,
I always find my Saviour waiting there;
Until in his own likeness I awaken,
I'll cling to thee, thou blessed hour of prayer. [Chorus]

Source: The Voice of Praise: a compilation of the very best sacred songs for use in Sunday Schools and praise services #93