Hymn 412 - ’Tis the Blessed Hour of Prayer

’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,

’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 ev'ry care;

At the blessed hour of prayer, trusting Him we believe

That the blessings we’re needing we’ll surely receive;

In the fulness of this trust we shall lose ev'ry care;

REFRAIN

What a balm for the weary! Oh, how sweet to be there!

Blessed hour of prayer,  Blessed hour of prayer;

What a balm for the weary! Oh, how sweet to be there!