COME, let us pray: ’tis sweet to feel

That God Himself is near;

That, while we at His footstool kneel,

His mercy deigns to hear;

Though sorrows cloud life’s dreary way,

This is our solace—let us pray.


Come, let us pray; the burning brow,

The heart oppressed with care,

And all the woes that throng us now

Will be relieved by prayer:

Jesus will smile our griefs away;

Oh, glorious thought! come, let us pray.


Come, let us pray; the sin-sick soul

Her weight of guilt must feel:

But, hark! The glorious tidings roll,

Whilst here we humbly kneel;

Jesus will wash that guilt away,

And pardon grant; then let us pray.


Come, let us pray; the mercy-seat

Invites the fervent prayer,

And Jesus ready stands to greet

The contrite spirit there:

Oh, loiter not, nor longer stay

From Him who loves us; let us pray.


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