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,