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Tennessee Ernie Ford

When They Ring Those Golden Bells

 

When They Ring Those Golden Bells


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
And oft escpaed the tempter's snare
By then return

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
And oft escpaed the tempter's snare
By then return, sweet hour of prayer

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