1 Lord, when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
Teach us to feel the sins we own
And hate what we deplore.
2 Our broken spirit pitying see;
True penitence impart;
Then let a kindling glance from Thee
Beam hope upon the heart.
3 When our responsive tongues essay
Their grateful hymns to raise,
Grant that our souls may join the lay
And mount to Thee in praise.
4 When we disclose our wants in prayer,
May we our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share
Which is not wholly Thine.
5 May faith each meek petition fill
And waft it to the skies,
And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still
That grants it or denies.
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First Line: | Lord, when we bend before Thy throne |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | The Beginning of Worship |