GHS 163 : My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet? Lyrics

My God, is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet, The hour of prayer?

Blest be that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave.

For then a day-spring shines on me, Brighter than morn’s ethereal glow; And richer dews descend from Thee Than earth can know.

Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude With hope of heaven.

No word can tell what blest relief, There for my every want I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief; What peace of mind.

Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And even the penitential tear Is wiped away.

Lord, till I reach Your blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.