1 Lord, see us now with one accord,
All waiting at thy cross;
Our hearts are bare our motives pure,
We count all things but loss.
O send another Pentecost,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain!
Quicken thy saints, bring back the lost,
Revive thy work again.
2 The rushing wind, thy tongue of flame,
O let them now descend,
And sit on each that’s gathered here;
Then selfish aims will end. [Refrain]
3 Push heaven’s windows open wide,
Let streams of mercy flow;
The holy fire on all descend;
Thy enemies o’erthrow. [Refrain]Source: The Old Story in Song #196