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 pray'r?2.No words can tell what sweet reliefHere for my ev'ry want I find;What strength for warfare, balm for grief,What peace of mind.3.Hush'd is each doubt, gone evry fear;My spirit seems in heav'n to stay;And e'en the penitential tearIs wiped away.4.Lord, till I reach that blissful shore,No privilege so dear shall beAs thus my inmost soul to pourIn pray'r to Thee.