The Hour of Prayer

Oh, what precious peace I find
In the hour of prayer—
When my Father's gentle touch
Scatters every care!

'Tis the only place I know;
'Tis a blest retreat
Where my soul contentment finds
At His mercy seat.

He will hear at any time,
He knows what I'll say
For He knows my inmost thoughts
Long before I pray!

Oh, what precious peace I find
In the hour of prayer,
'Tis the only place I know
Have you met Him there?
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