One Hour with God

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 26, 1865

One Hour with God.

One hour with God, when day is o'er, Is sweeter than all other hours; Then vexing cares and worldly powers Make room for Him whom we adore.

We hear his voice; he bends his ear To listen to the heart's request; Our tired heads lean upon his breast; His own hand wipes each rising tear.

One hour with God! hail, Father, Friend, Redeemer, ever near and true. With thee so near, how pale the view Of all the joys that earth can lend.

Oh, this is not some idler's dream, That God thus stoops to talk with men, And speak each promise o'er again; Nor is it but a meteor's gleam,

That leaves the poor soul in the dark, When one brief flash of light is o'er, Till dark seems darker than before; Oh no, 'tis an immortal spark

From the great Sun that ne'er grows dim, That smiles around us night and day: We warm us in the constant ray, While yet we wait and watch for Him.

One hour with God! and if 'tis given That one brief hour gives joy like these, Bethink thee of the coming bliss, The everlasting bliss of Heaven. [Am. Mes.]