Sweet Communion

How sweet to kneel in secret prayer
At Father’s feet so dear,
And open all our hearts to Him—
He lends a list’ning ear;
’Tis here we tell our sorrows o’er—
He’s full of sympathy—
The trials and distresses sore
That trouble you and me.

Oh, blessed place of secret prayer,
Within thy courts is rest;
O Father, while I humbly kneel,
Let this poor heart be blest;
Without Thy mercy I’m undone,
In pity help Thou me;
Without Thy smile no joy is known,
Oh, let me hide in Thee.

Sweet Hour of Prayer

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 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!”

Sweet Will of God

My stubborn will at last hath yielded;
I would be Thine, and Thine alone;
And this the prayer my lips are bringing,
Lord, let in me Thy will be done.

Take the Name of Jesus with You

Take the Name of Jesus ever,
As a shield from every snare;
If temptations round you gather,
Breathe that holy Name in prayer.

Tarry, O My Spirit

Tarry, O my spirit,
Tarry with God!
Trusting in Christ’s merit,
Soon thy prayer is heard.
Be of good cheer,
Soon the morn is here,
And a new spring follows
On the winter drear.
When storms distress thee,
In every ill,
God will never fail thee,
My soul, be still.

Tarry, O my spirit,
Tarry with God!
Trusting in Christ’s merit,
Soon thy prayer is heard.
When all things break,
God will not forsake,
Greater than your Helper
Trials cannot be.
Thus we are trusting,
Savior, Thy Word;
Grant our soul’s salvation
Thou faithful Lord.

Tell Mother I’ll Be There

Refrain:

Tell mother I’ll be there, in answer to her prayer;
This message, blessed Savior, to her bear!
Tell mother I’ll be there, Heav’n’s joys with her to share;
Yes, tell my darling mother I’ll be there.

Thanks to God

Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered,
Thanks for what Thou dost deny!
Thanks for storms that I have weathered,
Thanks for all Thou dost supply!
Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure,
Thanks for comfort in despair!
Thanks for grace that none can measure,
Thanks for love beyond compare!

The Backslider

Here’s a withered flow’r and faded,
Emblem of my lonely heart,
Once so full of love and duty,
Now lies crushed by human art;
Father, once my prayers were answered,
In the happy days of yore,
When in faith and love I sought Thee,
Wilt Thou never hear me more?

The Beautiful Garden of Prayer

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
There’s a place that is wondrously fair;
For it glows with the light of His presence,
’Tis that beautiful garden of prayer.

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And I go with my burden and care
Just to learn from His lips words of comfort,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And He bids you to come meet Him there;
Just to bow, and receive a new blessing,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

Refrain:

Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer,
Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer;
There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.

The Blessing of Prayer

I kneel in sweet submission while my prayer
Ascends on wings of faith to Father’s throne;
He listens while my hopeful spirit there
Its faltering petitions maketh known.