Lord, we come before thee now;

At thy feet we humbly bow:

O do not our suit disdain,

Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend,

In compassion now descend;

Fill our hearts with thy rich grace;

Tune our lips to sing thy praise.

3 In thine own appointed way,

Now we seek thee; here we stay;

Lord, from hence we would not go,

Till a blessing thou bestow.

4 Comfort those who weep and mourn;

Let the time of joy return;

Those that are cast down, lift up;

Make them strong in faith and hope.

5 Grant that all may seek and find

Thee a God supremely kind;

Heal the sick; the captive free;

Let us all rejoice in thee.