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Sweet hour of pray'r! Sweet hour of pray'r! 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 pray'r.
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Sweet hour of pray'r! Sweet hour of pray'r! 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 pray'r.