325 ~ 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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No words can tell, what sweet relief Here for my every want, I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mind.
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Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And e'en the penitential tear Is wiped away.
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Lord, till I reach that blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be A thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.