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CSweet hour of prayer! sweet Fhour of prayer! CThat calls G7me CfrGom a wCorlGd of care, CAnd bids me atF my Father’s throne CMake all mG7y wCantsC/G andG7 wiCshes known. G7In sC/EeasoFns Cof distress and grief, G7My sC/Eoul Fhas Coften foGund relief CAnd oft escaped Fthe tempter’s snare CBy thy rG7eturCn, sweC/Get hoG7ur Cof prayer!
CSweet hour of prayer! sweet Fhour of prayer! CThe joys I G7feeCl,G the bClisGs I share, COf those whoseF anxious spirits burn CWith stronG7g dCesirC/Ges fG7or Cthy return! G7WithC/E sucFh IC hasten to the place G7WherC/Ee GoFd myC Savior Gshows His face, CAnd gladly take Fmy station there, CAnd waitG7 forC thee,C/G sweeG7t hCour of prayer!
CSweet hour of prayer! sweet Fhour of prayer! CThy wings sG7halCl Gmy petCitiGon bear CTo Him whose tFruth and faithfulness CEngage theG7 waCitinC/Gg soG7ul Cto bless. G7And C/EsincFe HCe bids me seek His face, G7BeliC/Eeve FHis CWord andG trust His grace, CI’ll cast on HimF my every care, CAnd waitG7 forC thee,C/G sweeG7t hCour of prayer!
CSweet hour of prayer! sweet Fhour of prayer! CMay I thy cG7onsColGation CshaGre, CTill, from MouFnt Pisgah’s lofty height, CI view my G7homCe anC/Gd taG7ke Cmy flight: G7ThisC/E robFe oCf flesh I’ll drop and rise G7To sC/EeizeF theC everlasGting prize; CAnd shout, whileF passing through the air, C“FarewelG7l, fCarewelC/Gl, swG7eetC hour of prayer!”