O God, You are my God;
Early will I seek You;
My soul thirsts for You;
My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water

 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

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 your return!
With such
 I hasten to the place
where God my Savior shows his face
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 that, 
sweet hour of prayer! 

O God, You are my God;
Early will I seek You;
My soul thirsts for You;
My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water

Based on Hymn by W. W. Walford