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.