Lord, We Come before Thee Now
Lord, we come before thee now;
At thy feet we humbly bow.
Do not thou our suit disdain;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?
In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee; here we stay.
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
Send some message from thy word
That may joy and peace afford.
Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of love return.
Grant we all may seek and find
Thee, our gracious God, and kind.
Heal the sick; the captive free.
Let us all rejoice in thee.
Text: William Hammond, 1719–1783
Music: Harry A. Dean, 1892–1987. © 1948 IRI