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

I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford
I need Thee, oh, I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee
Oh bless me now, my Savior
I come to Thee

Just as I am without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee
Oh Lamb of God I come, I come

Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace

Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace

Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of this world will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace