J. B. Dykes, 1875

2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that solemn hour of eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave.

3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude With hopes of heaven.

309 DENNIS S. M.

4 No words can tell what sweet relief
Here for my every want I find,
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.

5 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be
As thus my inmost soul to pour

In prayer to Thee.

C. Elliott, 1834

Arr. fr. H. G. Nägeli, by L. Mason, 1845

Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at His feet,
And bear a song away.