‘Tis The Blessed 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!

Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
What A Balm For The Weary,
O How Sweet To Be There!

‘Tis The Blessed 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!

Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
What A Balm For The Weary,
O How Sweet To Be There!

‘Tis The Blessed 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!

Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
What A Balm For The Weary,
O How Sweet To Be There!

At The Blessed 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!

Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
Blessed Hour Of Prayer,
What A Balm For The Weary,
O How Sweet To Be There!