My God, is any hour so sweet

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    CGS No.: 
    187

    Verse 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?

    Verse 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.

    Verse 3
    For then a day-spring shines on me,
    Brighter than morn's ethereal glow;
    And richer dews descend from Thee
    Than earth can know.

    Verse 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.

    Verse 5
    No words can tell what blest relief,
    There for my every want I find;
    What strength for warfare, balm for grief;
    What peace of mind.

    Verse 6
    Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
    My spirit seems in heaven to stay;
    And e'en the penitential tear
    Is wiped away.

    Verse 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.