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COMFORT IN PRAYER and my soul is rent with fear, When I need to be encouraged, then I trust my Lord is near; Just a pause in meditation bowing with my Lord in prayer, Fills my soul with inspiration, lightens every earthly care. If in weakness I may falter, from the path perchance I stray, Jesus meets me at the altar, there to help me when I pray; Heaven's pathway glows much brighter when my load He helps to share, And my burdens are much lighter every time we meet in prayer. Mortal friends may often fail me, earthly joys may pass away, But I know my Lord won't leave me, when I pause with Him to pray; With His heavenly admiration, with a grace none can compare, Seals anew our close relation in the moments spent in prayer. Not a price of earthly measure, can repay the debt of love, From the depths of Heaven's treasure, filled with mercy from above; Grant, dear Lord, I may not waver, from the path may I not stray, Keep me, Lord, within Thy favor, in Thy grace, Lord, help me stay. --A. W. Dicus
SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father’s throne Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter’s snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! The joys I feel, the bliss I share, Of those whose anxious spirits burn With strong desires for thy return! With such I hasten to the place Where God my Savior shows His face, And gladly take my station there, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! 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! Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share, Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height, I view my home and take my flight: This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise To seize the everlasting prize; And shout, while passing through the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer! --William Walford
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