Prayer Meeting. Ps. 17. 1; 32. 5, 6
D. Herbert C.M.
1
Behold, dear Lord, we come again,
To supplicate thy grace;
We feel our leanness and our wants;
We want to see thy face.
2
Thou know’st, dear Lord, for what we’re come;
Each heart is known to thee.
Lord, give our burdened spirits rest,
And bid us all go free.
3
We’ve nothing of our own to plead,
We come just as we are;
And who can tell but God may bless,
And drive away our fear?
4
While one is pleading with our God,
May each one wrestle too;
And may we feel the blessing come,
And cheer us ere we go.
5
Then shall we sing of sovereign grace
And feel its power within;
And glory in our Surety, Christ,
Who bore our curse and sin.
6
For this we come, for this we plead,
In spite of every foe;
Until thou give this blessing, Lord,
We would not let thee go.
