W. B. Bradbury

38 SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER L. M. D.

1. Sweet hour of pray'r,sweet hour of pray'r,That calls me D.C. And oft es-caped the tempt-er's snare By thy

from a world of care,

re - turn,sweet hour of prayer.

FINE

And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wish
And oft es-caped the tempt-er's snare By thy re-turn,sweet hour

es known! of pray'r.

D.C.

9

In seasons of dis-tress and grief My soul has oft en found re- lief, A-MEN.

2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,

: I'll cast on him my every care,

And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.:||

Rev. William W. Walford

vah! gels, praise him in the heav-ens; Praise ye Je ho

A-MEN.

I From the recesses of a lowly spirit,

Our humble prayer ascends: O Father, hear it,
Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness:
Forgive its weakness.

2 We see thy hand: it leads us, it supports us;
We hear thy voice: it counsels and it courts us;
And then we turn away; and still thy kindness
Forgives our blindness.

3 O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightest
To win with love the wandering; thou invitest
By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,
Man from his errors.

Mrs. Elizabeth Charles

bless -ings fraught, Tran-scend-ing all our thought, We speak thy praise. A - MEN.

Thousands on-ly live to bless thee,And con- fess thee Lord of might. A-men.