1 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;
Our God will chase our griefs away;
O glorious thought! come, let us pray.
3 Come, let us pray! the mercy-seat
Invites the fervent prayer;
Our heavenly Father waits to greet
The contrite spirit there.
O loiter not, nor longer stay
From him who loves us; let us pray.
Josiah Conder was born in London, in 1789. He became a publisher, and in 1814 became proprietor of "The Eclectic Review." Subsequently to 1824, he composed a series of descriptive works, called the "Modern Traveller," which appeared in thirty volumes. He also published several volumes of poems and hymns. He was the author of the first "Congregational Hymn Book" (1836). He died in 1855.
--Annotations of the Hymnal, Charles Hutchins, M.A. 1872.… Go to person page >