One Blessed Hour - Michael Smith

Sometimes in weary solitude

My loneliness declines

For it’s then my best and dearest friends

Pass before my mind

And the times of laughter and glory

And the times of peace and pain

And there’s not one blessed hour of it

That I would not live over again

Sometimes your eyes get heavy

And it’s hard to see the truth

That the friends you take for granted

Are dearer far than youth

And the old, the old familiar faces

That love you now just as you are

They will come back to you much later

In one blessed hour

One blessed hour

Sometimes I think I’m flying

High above my bed

Sometimes I hear the angels

Laughing inside my head

And if Jesus, if Jesus in his power

Could give me back my friends

Then one blessed hour would pass

Before these eyes again

One blessed hour

One blessed hour,