Sweet Hour Of Prayer taby ukulele według William W Walford and William B Bradbury

VERSE 1

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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer

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That calls me from a world of care

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And bids me at my Father's throne

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Make all my wants and wishes known

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In seasons of distress and grief

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My soul has often found relief

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And oft escaped the tempter's snare

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By thy return, sweet hour of prayer

 

VERSE 2

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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer

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Thy wings shall my petition bear

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To him whose truth and faithfulness

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Engage the waiting soul to bless

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And since he bids me seek his face

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Believe his word, and trust his grace

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I’ll cast on him my every care

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And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer


Verse 3

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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer

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The joys I feel, the bliss I share

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Of those whose anxious spirits burn

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With strong desires for thy return

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With such, I hasten to the place

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Where God my Savior shows His face

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And gladly take my station there

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And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer


Verse 4

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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer

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May I, thy consolation share

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Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height

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I view my home and take my flight:

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This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise

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To seize the everlasting prize

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And shout, while passing through the air,

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Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer