This song has special meaning for my sister and me. We attended church with our maternal grandparents. Every Sunday we would check out the bulletin to see what we were singing. If this song was on the list, we would sit with our maternal Grandparents instead of Mom, Dad and the paternal Grandparents.
Grandma’s Friends
Behind Grandma and Grandpa a group of women friends from Grandma’s Sunday School class. Now none of these wonderful women could sing and at no time was this more true than when we sang this song. There must have been 8-12 ladies in the rows behind Grandma and Grandpa. When they all sang this song, they sang it very off-key and during the high notes, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. They sang so badly that my sister and I would snicker which caused grandma to give us the evil eye. It was not nice for us to snicker as they were singing the song with all their heart and that is all that mattered.
I am sure that is all that mattered to God and He was up there in heaven smiling at how passionate they were about the song and it’s message, while He had his earplugs in 
Sweet Hour Of Prayer
- Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
- Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
- Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
- Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”Willliam B. Bradbury
