2 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Saviour draws near, When he tells us we may cast at his feet every care, What a balm, etc.-CHO. 3 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried To the Saviour who loves them their sorrow confide; With a sympathizing heart he removes every care; What a balm, etc.-CHO. 4 At the blessed hour of prayer, trusting him we believe That the blessing we're needing we'll surely receive, In the fullness of this trust we shall lose every care; What a balm, etc.-CHO. SUPPLICATION. Fanny J. Crosby. T. R. MATTHEWS. 1. Je-sus, high in glory, Lend a listening ear, When we bow before thee, Children's praises hear. |