The Quiet Hour

O the quiet hour with Jesus, In communion sweet; Ev'rything to Him confessing Conquest or defeat. Seeking for the light that shineth From His blessed face, Pleading for the help that cometh Only by His grace. There the door of heaven opens, And a joy divine From the heart of the Eternal Enters into mine; Peace beyond all understanding Lulls me into rest, And His voice, like sweetest music, Speaks, and I am blest. Strength for battles near He gives me; Courage He renews, And a...