My God, is any hour so sweet
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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?
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Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,And blest that solemn hour of eve,When, on the wings of prayer upborne,The world I leave.
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Then is my strength by thee renewed;Then are my sins by thee forgiven;Then dost thou cheer my solitudeWith hopes of heaven.
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No words can tell what sweet reliefHere for my every want I find;What strength for warfare, balm for grief;What peace of mind.
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Lord, till I reach that blissful shore,No privilege so dear shall be,As thus my inmost soul to pourIn prayer to thee.