My God Is An Hour So Sweet

My God, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet, The hour of prayer?

Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiv’n; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude With hopes of heav’n.

No words can tell what sweet relief There for my ev'ry want I find. What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mind!

Hushed is each doubt, gone ev'ry fear; My spirit seems in heav’n to stay; And e’en the penitential tear Is wiped away.

Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to thee.