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! O how sweet to be there?
Chorus
Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer!
What a balm for the weary! O 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 our care at His feet,
What a balm for the weary! O 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! O how sweet to be there!
Verse 4
At the blessed hour of prayer, trusting Him we believe
That the blessing we’re needing we’ll surely receive;
In the fullness of this trust we shall lose every care,
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there.