’Tis the blessèd 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,
O how sweet to be there!

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Blessèd hour of prayer,
Blessèd hour of prayer,
What a balm for the weary,
O how sweet to be there!

’Tis the blessèd 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,
O how sweet to be there!

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’Tis the blessèd 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,
O how sweet to be there!

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At the blessèd 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,
O how sweet to be there!

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