1 | Lord, we meet to seek Thy face |
| And in one accord to pray; |
| We a holy priesthood are, |
| Waiting on Thee here today. |
Chorus |
| | Here together we would pray, |
| | Touch the highest and the best, |
| | Till our spirits mingled are |
| | And Thy Church is built and blest. |
2 | As true priests we long to be, |
| With our spirit sense Thy will, |
| Thus to serve before Thee here |
| That Thy plan Thou may fulfill. |
3 | To the holiest place we come, |
| Now to touch Thy throne of grace, |
| By the inner sense to pray |
| And Thy Spirits flow to trace. |
4 | From Thy throne of grace to me |
| Rivers of Thy grace proceed; |
| Thus my spirit is refreshed, |
| Helping me in time of need. |
5 | May our prayers expression give |
| To Thy Spirits mind alone; |
| Praying not by our desire, |
| But according to Thine own. |
6 | Though with temporal matters pressed, |
| Which we fain would bring to Thee, |
| Rather than Thy care to seek, |
| We would here Thy channel be. |
7 | Here we seek Thy listning ear |
| May Thy living water flow; |
| When Thy grace does satisfy, |
| Only then Thy work well know. |