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 tempters snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer..
Make me feverish, sleepless. and breathless,. Le the years of prostration be long,. 0 Lord, take my child and companion,. And destroy the sweet power of song..