’Tis The Blessed Hour Of Prayer, When Our Hearts Lowly Bend,
And We Gather To Jesus, Our Savior 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, Oh, How Sweet To Be There!

’Tis The Blessed Hour Of Prayer, When The Savior Draws Near,
With A Tender Compassion His Children 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!

’Tis The Blessed Hour Of Prayer, When The Tempted And Tried
To The Savior Who Loves Them Their Sorrow Confide;
With A Sympathizing Heart He Removes Every Care;
What A Balm For The Weary, Oh, How Sweet To Be There!

At The Blessed Hour Of Prayer, Trusting Him, We Believe
That The Blessing We’re Needing We’ll Surely Receive;
In The Fullness Of The Trust We Shall Lose Every Care;
What A Balm For The Weary, Oh, How Sweet To Be There!

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