O Lord, Our Languid Souls Inspire

O Lord

our lang­uid souls in­spire

For here

we trust

Thou art!

Send down a coal of heav’n­ly fire

To warm each wait­ing heart.

Dear Shep­herd of Thy peo­ple

hear

Thy pre­sence now dis­play;

As Thou hast giv’n a place for pray­er

So give us hearts to pray.

Show us some to­ken of Thy love

Our faint­ing hope to raise;

And pour Thy bless­ings from ab­ove

That we may ren­der praise.

Within these walls let ho­ly peace

And love and con­cord dwell;

Here give the trou­bled con­sci­ence ease

The wound­ed spir­it heal.

The feel­ing heart

the melt­ing eye

The hum­ble mind b­estow;

And shine up­on us from on high

To make our grac­es grow!

May we in faith re­ceive Thy Word

In faith pre­sent our pray­ers;

And

in the pre­sence of our Lord

Unbosom all our cares.

And may the Gos­pel’s joy­ful sound

Enforced by migh­ty grace

Awaken many sin­ners round

To come and fill the place.