Sunflowers in Orange Pottery with Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer and Pray, brethren pray

 (2 SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT VERSIONS)

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,
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 ev’ry care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

William W. Walford

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.

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 W. Walford

Pray, brethren pray,
The sands are falling;
Pray, brethren, pray,
God’s voice is calling,
Yon turret strikes the dying chime;
We kneel upon the edge of time.

Praise, brethren, praise,
The skies are rending;
Praise, brethren, praise,
The fight is ending,
Behold! the glory draweth near
The King Himself will soon appear.

Watch, brethren, watch,
The day is dying;
Watch, brethren, watch,
The Time is flying,
Watch as men watch the parting breath,
Watch as men watch for life or death.

Look, brethren, look,
The day is breaking;
Hark, brethren, hark,
The dead are waking,
With girded loins already stand-
Behold! the Bridegroom is at hand.

Refrain
Eternity is drawing nigh,
Eternity, Eternity,
Eternity is drawing nigh.

Horatius Bonar, D.D.