This is the hour of prayer for me,
The hour I go on bended knee
And before my Father bow my head
To prepare for going to my bed.
I need not know what I should say
If I but take the time to pray.
The prayers that I have not yet said
Or even formed within my head
Are to my Father known as well
As any prayer my tongue can tell.
If I have a heart for saying prayer
I need not list my every care;
I only need my heart to show
My Father all He needs to know—
That I his servant seek His peace
And into His hands my soul release.