I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord; 
 no tender voice like thine can peace afford. 
Refrain:
 I need thee, O I need thee; 
 every hour I need thee; 
 O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee.

2. I need thee every hour; stay thou nearby; 
 temptations lose their power when thou art nigh. 
 (Refrain) 

3. I need thee every hour, in joy or pain; 
 come quickly and abide, or life is vain. 
 (Refrain) 

4. I need thee every hour; teach me thy will; 
 and thy rich promises in me fulfill. 
 (Refrain) 

5. I need thee every hour, most Holy One; 
 O make me thine indeed, thou blessed Son. 
 (Refrain) 

Today during my reading of Matthew, I was listening to hymns and this hymn moved me to tears.  Isn't it so true that we need Him
every hour - not just in the morning, or at night or during troubled times but every hour.  
Jesus told us that "If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me." in Matthew 16:24.
Jesus does not hide the fact that it will not be easy to follow Him for we must choose the narrow path, but if we follow Him, then He'll make 
our burden light (Matt 11:29).  

Here is a little story behind this hymn ...

Annie Hawks wrote:
One day as a young wife and mo­ther of 37 years of age, I was bu­sy with my reg­u­lar house­hold tasks. 
Sud­den­ly, I be­came so filled with the sense of near­ness to the Mast­er that, won­der­ing how one could live 
with­out Him, ei­ther in joy or pain, these words, “I Need Thee Ev­e­ry Hour,” were ush­ered in­to my mind, 
the thought at once tak­ing full pos­sess­ion of me.
After writ­ing the lyr­ics, Hawks gave them to her pas­tor, Ro­bert Low­ry, who add­ed the tune and re­frain. 
            The hymn was first pub­lished at the Na­tion­al Bap­tist Sun­day School Con­ven­tion in Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio, in No­vem­ber 1872. 
Some years lat­er, af­ter the death of her hus­band, Hawks wrote:
I did not un­der­stand at first why this hymn had touched the great throb­bing heart of hu­man­i­ty. 
It was not un­til long af­ter, when the sha­dow fell over my way, the sha­dow of a great loss, that I 
un­der­stood some­thing of the com­fort­ing pow­er in the words which I had been per­mit­ted to give out 
to others in my hour of sweet se­ren­i­ty and peace.

Click here to hear the midi - http://digitalhymnal.org/midi/dh483pn.mid