Together, Lord, we come to Thee, And in Thy presence bow the head; A band of hard-pressed folk are we, Who find life’s pathway rough to tread. We bring our week of life to Thee, All soiled, and worn, and marred with sin; Thine eyes of holy love can see Each tempted life without, within. We bring our bitterness of heart, Our hate and want of charity; We fain would choose the better part, And learn to love, dear Lord, like Thee. We bring our care for daily bread, The fear that turns the heart to stone; We cry to Thee; lift up our head And show us we are not alone. We bring the faith that over all Though faint and feeble, flickers still; Increase it, Lord, that at Thy call We may our daily task fulfill. Lord, make us pure; enrich our life With heavenly love for evermore; Give us Thy strength to face the strife, And serve Thee better than before. |