Sweet hour of prayer

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, May I thy consolation share
Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home and take my flight

This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise, To seize the everlasting prize
And shout while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell sweet hour of prayer

William W.Walford

The last part of the song, does touch me a lot.

The writer wrote about death, how we shall drop our robe of flesh and head for our home, heaven.
And we know that when we reach heaven, we will be with Him , yes we will meet Him there, which is something much better than staying here on earth.

But notice the last line.. "Farewell, farewell sweet hour of prayer".
The writer appreciates the privilege of praying so much, that though he is heading for something better, he bids farewell to sweet hour of prayer.

Lord, guide me in Your way... that I may treasure every moment spent in prayer with You.