Verse 1

‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer,

when 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!

Verse 2

‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer,

when the Saviour 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!

Verse 3

‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer,

when the tempted and tried

To the Saviour 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!

Verse 4

At the blessed hour of prayer,

trusting Him we believe

That the blessings we’re needing

we’ll sure receive;

In the fullness of this trust

we shall lose every care;

What a balm for the weary!

Oh, how sweet to be there!