It is the hour of prayer:

Draw near and bend the knee,

And fill the calm and holy air

With voice of melody!

O’erwearied with the heat

And burden of the day,

Now let us rest our wandering feet,

And gather here to pray.

2 O, blesséd is the hour

That lifts our hearts on high!

Like sunlight when the tempests lower,

Prayer to the soul is nigh;

Though dark may be our lot,

Our eyes be dim with care,

These saddening thoughts shall trouble not

This holy hour of prayer.