My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet   2 comments


Above:  Trinity Episcopal Church, Columbus, Georgia, May 19, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta


Words (1836) by Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian


1.  My God, is any hour so sweet,

From blush of morn to evening star,

As that which calls me to my feet,

The hour of prayer?

2.  Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,

And blest is that hour of solemn eve,

When, on the wings of prayer upborne,

The world I leave;

3.  For then a dayspring shines on me,

Brighter than morn’s ethereal glow,

And richer dews descend from Thee

Than earth can know.

4.  Then is my strength by Thee renewed;

Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;

Then dost Thou cheer my solitude

With hope of heaven.

5.  No words can tell what sweet relief

There for my every want I find,

What strength for warfare, balm for grief,

What peace of mind.

6.  Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;

My spirit seems in heaven to stay;

And even the penitential tear

Is wiped away.

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.

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