Secret Prayer

Verse 1

There is an hour of calm relief From every throbbing care, ‘Tis when, before a throne of grace, I kneel in secret prayer.

Chorus

O that voice to me so dear, Breathing soft on my ear! Weary child, look up and see; ‘Tis thy Saviour speaks to thee.

Verse 2

When one by one, like threads of gold, The hues of twilight fall, O sweet communion with my God, My Saviour and my all!

Verse 3

I hear seraphic tones that float Amid celestial air, And bathe my soul in streams of joy, Alone in secret prayer.

Verse 4

O when the hour of death shall come, How sweet from thence to rise, With pray’r on earth my latest breath, My watchword to the skies.