|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Lord, we come before Thee now,
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh do not our suit disdain!
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?
LORD, we come before Thee now,, Stanza 1a
In Thine own appointed way,
Now we seek Thee, here we stay;
Lord from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow.
LORD, we come before Thee now,, Stanza 4a
Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind;
Heal the sick, the captive free.
Let us all rejoice in Thee.
LORD, we come before Thee now,, Stanza 6b