Anon.
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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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.
