Theres A Blessed Hour To My Heart Most D


There’s a blessed hour, to my heart so dear,
Sweetest joy its moments bring;
And the chimes of heav’n I seem to hear,
At the hour when the children sing.

Refrain:
At the hour, happy hour, when the children sing!
At the hour, happy hour, when the children sing!
Then life’s joys are dear, and heav’n is near,
At the hour when the children sing.

How their happy voices in gladness blend,
As they worship Christ the King;
Oh, the sweetest songs to him ascend,
At the hour when the children sing. [Refrain]

O that happy hour, passing swiftly by,
Like a bird on shining wing!
How our hearts uplift to God on high,
At the hour when the children sing. [Refrain]