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!”