That calls me from a world of care,
And beats 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 slip
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Thy wing shall my petition bear,
To him whose love and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He did receive His thanks,
Believe His word and trust His grace.
I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet gar of prayer.
Sweet gar of prayer, sweet gar of prayer,
May I thy consolation share,
Til from that piece of lofty height
I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I drop and rise,
To seize the everlasting prize,
Farewell, farewell, sweet garland of grey.
Farewell, farewell, sweet Donna Bray.
