ONE HOUR WITH THEE

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 1, 1873

ONE HOUR WITH THEE.

One hour with thee, my God! when daylight breaks Over a world thy guardian care has kept, When the fresh soul from soothing slumber wakes To praise the love that watched me while I slept: When with new strength my blood is bounding free, That first, best, sweetest hour I'll give to thee.

One hour with thee when busy day begins Her never-ceasing round of bustling care— When I must meet with toil and pain and sins, And through them all thy holy cross must bear: Oh! then, to arm me for the strife, to be Faithful to death, I'll kneel an hour to thee!

One hour with thee when rides the glorious sun High in mid-heaven, and panting nature feels Lifeless and overpowered, and man has done For one short hour with urging life's swift wheels: In that deep pause my soul from care shall flee, To make that hour of rest one hour with thee.

An hour with thee when saddened twilight flings Her soothing charm o'er lawn, and vale, and grove, When there breathes up from all created things The sweet enthralling sense of thy deep love: And when its softened power descends on me, My swelling heart shall spend one hour with thee.

One hour with thee, my God! when softly night Climbs the high heaven with solemn step and slow; When thy sweet stars, unutterably bright, Are telling forth thy praise to men below: Oh! then, while far from earth, my thoughts would flee, I'll spend in prayer one joyful hour with thee!