Come at the morning hour,

Come, let us kneel and pray;

Prayer is the Christian pilgrim’s staff

To walk with God all day.

At noon, beneath the Rock

Of Ages, rest and pray;

Sweet is that shelter from the sun

In the weary heat of day.

At evening, in thy home,

Around its altar, pray;

And finding there the house of God,

With heaven then close the day.

When midnight veils our eyes,

O, it is sweet to say,

I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,

With Thee to watch and pray.