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My God, is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to thy feet,
The hour of prayer?
Then is my strength by thee renewed;
Then are my sins by thee forgiv'n;
Then dost thou cheer my solitude
With hope of heav'n.
No words can tell what sweet relief
There for my ev'ry want I find,
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind!
Hushed is each doubt, gone ev'ry fear;
My spirit seems in heav'n to stay:
And e'en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.
Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to thee.
Charlotte Elliott, 1836
Tune: Eudora, James R. Murray, 1841-1905
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Hushed is each doubt, gone ev'ry fear;
My spirit seems in heav'n to stay...
Such a tasty vision of how Heaven will feel but also a sweet promise we can grasp now! It's so easy for 30's somethings like me (and the younger bunch) to dismiss hymns but truly there's such wealth to mine.
You rock for highlighting them!
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