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Sweet Hour of Prayer
by W. W. Walford & Wm B. Bradbury
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me, at my Father's throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By they return, sweet hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear,
To Him, whose truth and faithfulness,
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my ev'ry care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
May I Thy consolation share,
Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home, and take my flight;
In my immortal flesh I'll rise,
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout while passing thru the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!
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