Tis the hallowed hour of prayer

'Tis the hallowed hour of prayer,
And we trustingly bring
All our doubtings and our fears
To our Saviour and King;
For we know that He delights
A glad welcome to give,
And the blessings that we ask for
We shall fully receive.

'Tis the precious hour of prayer,
And we humbly entreat:
Father, breathe the Spirit now,
As we bow at Thy feet;
Touch our lips with power of song;
Fill our souls with Thy love.
And bestow the benediction
Of Thy peace from above.

'Tis the sacred hour of prayer,
Calm as heaven above;
Soul to soul is breathing here
The communion of love;
Every heart is sweetly filled
With a peace most profound;
Oh, the place is like to heaven
Where such true joys abound.