At thy feet we humbly bow;
O, do not our suit disdain;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?
2In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee; here we stay;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
3Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down, lift up;