Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God; To send to Heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. Blest hour, when God Himself draws nigh, Well pleased His people???s voice to hear; To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner???s tear. Blest hour, for, when the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given; And mortals find His earthly courts The house of God, the gate of Heaven. Hail, peaceful hour! supremely blest Amid the hours of worldly care; The hour that yields the spirit rest, That sacred hour, the hour of prayer. And when my hours of prayer are past, And this frail tenement decays, Then may I spend in Heaven at last A never-ending hour of praise.