Sweet Hour Of Prayer

Hank Snow

Sweet hour of prayer

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

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