No. 45 Sweet Mount of Prayer

Verse 1:
Out from the living tide, weary, oppressed,
Calling His chosen ones, Jesus would rest;
Rest from the pressing care,
On that sweet mount of pray’r,
Whole nights He’d wrestled there,
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Whole nights He’d wrestled there,
Blest, blest retreat!

Verse 2:
When thro’ the path of life, weary we stray,
Jesus with loving voice, calls us away;
How sweet to leave our care,
And on the mount of pray’r,
Meet with our Savior there,
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Meet with our Savior there,
Blest, blest retreat!

Verse 3:
Chosen by such a friend, dearest and best,
Ere we had tho’t of Him, moments how blest!
Taught at the mount of pray’r,
Lessons so rich and rare,
Oh, to be often there,
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Oh, to be often there,
Blest, blest retreat!

Ella McAfferty/Frederic H. Pease

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