Zither HarpSweet hour of prayerSweet hour of prayerThat calls me fromA world of careAnd bids me atMy father's loveMake all my wantsAnd wishes knownIn seasons of distress and griefMy soul has often found reliefAnd oft escapedThe tempter's snareBy thy return, sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer The joys I feel The bliss I share Of those whose anxious spirits Burn with strong desires For thy return With such I hasten to the place Where God my Savior shows his face And gladly take my station there And wait for Thee, sweet love of prayer Sweet eyur of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, Thy wings shall my petition bear To Him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless And since He bids me seek His face Believe His word and trust His grace I'll cast on Him my every care And wait for Thee Sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer May I the consolation share Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height I view my home and take my flight This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise To seize the everlasting prize And shout while passing through the air Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer you