How sweet the melting lay Which breathes upon the ear, When at the hour of rising day, Christians unite in prayer. The breezes waft their cries Up to Jehovah's throne; He listens to their heaving sighs, And sends his blessings down. So Jesus rose to pray, Before the morning light, Or on the chilling mount did stay, And wrestle all the night. Glory to God on high, Who sends his blessings down To rescue souls condemned to die, And make his people one.