| 1 | Lord, we meet to seek Thy face |
| | And in one accord to pray; |
| | We a holy priesthood are, |
| | Waiting on Thee here today. |
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| | | 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. |