Still pray-ing as I on-ward bound, "Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground."
Tho' some may dwell where these abound, My pray'r, my aim is higher ground.
For faith has caught the joy - ful sound, The song of saints on higher ground.
But still I'll pray till heav'n I've found, "Lord, lead me on to higher ground."
1 Sweet hour of pray 'r, sweet hour of pray'r!
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 pray I
2 Sweet nour of pray'r, sweet nour of pray 'r!
Thy wings shall my petition bear,
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting souls 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 pray'r!
3 Sweet hour of pray 'r, sweet hour of pray'r!
May I thy consolations share;
Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
Iow my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while passing thro' the an Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of pray'r