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C. H. M.
Come, let us pray.
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;
O, glorious thought!—come! let us pray.
3 Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat
Invites the fervent prayer,
And Jesus ready stands to greet
The contrite spirit there:
O, loiter not, nor longer stay
From him who loves us; let us pray.