our hearts lowly bend,
And we gather to Jesus, our Saviour and Friend ;
If we come to Him in faith, His protection to share,
What a balm for the weary !
Oh, how sweet to be there !
Blessed hour of prayer !
Blessed hour of prayer !
What a balm for the weary I
Oh, how sweet to be there !
2 ‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when
the Saviour draws near,
With tender compassion His people to hear;
When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care,
What a balm for the weary !
Oh, how sweet to be there !
3 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when
the tempted and tried,
To the Saviour who loves them their
sorrows confide :
With a sympathising heart He re-
moves every care ;
What a balm for the weary !
Oh, how sweet to be there !
4 At the blessed hour of prayer, if we
firmly believe
That the blessing we ask for we'll surely receive,
In the fulness of delight we shall lose every care ;
What a balm for the weary !
Oh, how sweet to be there !