Once More We Come Before Our God

Once more we come be­fore our God;

Once more His bless­ings ask:

O may not du­ty seem a load!

Nor wor­ship prove a task.

Father

Thy quick­en­ing Spir­it send

From Heav­en in Je­sus’ name

To make our wait­ing minds at­tend

And put our souls in frame.

May we re­ceive the word we hear

Each in an hon­est heart

And keep the pre­cious trea­sure there

And nev­er with it part.

To seek Thee all our hearts dis­pose

To each Thy bless­ings suit

And let the seed Thy serv­ant sows

Produce a co­pi­ous fruit.

Bid the re­fresh­ing north wind wake

Say to the south wind

Blow;

Let ev­ery plant the pow­er par­take

And all the gar­den grow.

Revive the parched with heav­en­ly show­ers

The cold with warmth di­vine;

And as the be­ne­fit is ours

Be all the glo­ry Thine.