100 THE BOWER OF PRAYER
1991 Denson Revision
to the Cooper book version of this tune
To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part,
And go from my home it affects not my heart
Like thoughts of absenting myself for a day
From that bles'd retreat where I've chosen to pray,
Where I've chosen to pray.
Dear bow'r, where the pine and the poplar have spread,
And wove with the branches a roof o'er my head;
How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there,
And poured out my soul to my Savior in prayer,
To my Savior in prayer.
The early shrill notes of the loved nightingale
That dwelt in my bow'r I observed as my bell,
To call me to duty, while birds of the air
Sang anthems of praise as I went to my prayer,
As I went to my prayer.