Methodist-Hymns-536
1: 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?
2: Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.
3: For then a day-spring shines on me,
Brighter than morn’s ethereal glow;
And richer dews desend from Thee
Than earth can know.
4: Then is my strength by Thee renewed;
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of Heaven.
5: No words can tell what blest relief,
There for my every want I find;
wnat strength for warfare, balm for grief;
What peace of mind.
6: Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
My spirit seems in heaven to stay;
And e’en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.
7: Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.