Sweet Hour of Prayer

Sweet Hour of Prayer

O'dearest Christ, lift up my heart,

Light up my soul to love Thee more;

Let me with angels bear my part,

Bow down and worship and adore.

O Holy, Glorious Majesty,

I would be where the sainted dwell;

I would in spirit rise to Thee

Above the power of Death and Hell.

Lift up my strength to Thee, O Lord,

Send balm to heal the bleeding heart,

No light on earth can joy afford

Except Thou dost Thy grace impart.

Lift up my heart O, Blessed King,

Above all earthy cares and joy

To that bright land where angels sing,

Where pain nor sin cannot annoy.

Mrs. R.W. Watkins

4:2, p. 2

1890.10.04