Tis the blessed hour of prayer

'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, oh, how sweet to be there! Refrain: Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary, oh, 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, oh, how sweet to be there! Refrain: Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary, oh, 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, oh, how sweet to be there! Refrain: Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary, oh, 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, oh, how sweet to be there! Refrain: Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary, oh, how sweet to be there!