In the morning You hear my voice, O Lord; in the morning I prepare [a prayer, a sacrifice] for You and watch and wait [for You to speak to my heart].  (Psalm 5:3, Amplified)

And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out, and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed. (Mark 1:35, KJV)

And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. (Luke 9:29, KJV)

…could ye not watch with me one hour? (Matthew 26:40, KJV)

Last night at church we sang the song Sweet Hour of Prayer. Today I want to share it with you.

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!”

Oh that our hearts would burn to sit and commune with Him. And in that solitary place where God and man meet face to face that we be changed from glory to glory by His amazing grace.