Come, let us pray! 'tis sweet to feel
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Come, let us pray! 'tis sweet to feelThat 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.
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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.
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Come, let us pray! the mercy-seatInvites the fervent prayer;Our heavenly Father waits to greetThe contrite spirit there.O loiter not, nor longer stayFrom him who loves us; let us pray.