SWEET HOUR OF PRAY


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 joy 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 Saviour, 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.

YIELDED TO CHRIST

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John 14:27

Jesus said “Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”

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For those who are hurting, meditate on these words of encouragement, hope and strength from the Lord and let Jesus soothe away your pains.

Jesus said “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” - Matthew 11:28-30

The Cross That He Gave


The Cross that He gave may be heavy,
But it never outweighs His grace;
The storm that I feared may surround me,
But it never excludes His face.

The Cross is not greater than His grace...
The storm cannot hide His blessed face;
I am satisfied to know that with Jesus here below,
I can conquer every foe.

The thorns in my path are not sharper,
Than composed His crown for me;
The cup that I drink not more bitter
Than He drank in Gethsemene.

The light of His love shineth brighter,
As it falls on paths of woe;
The toil of my work groweth lighter
As I stood to raise the low.

His will I have joy in fulfilling,
As I’m walking in His sight;
My all to the blood I’m bringing,
It alone can keep me right.