Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Poems (1836). IV. The Hour of PrayerCharlotte Elliott (17891871)
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From blush of morn to evening-star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,—
The hour of prayer?
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When on the wings of prayer up-borne,
The world I leave!
Brighter than morn’s ethereal glow;
And richer dews descend from Thee
Than earth can know.
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hope of heaven.
There for my every want I find,
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.
My spirit seems in heaven to stay:
And e’en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.