Coming Before the Lord.

ONCE more we come before our God, Once more his blessing ask; Oh! may not duty seem a load, Nor worship prove a task.

Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send From heav'n, 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; Hoard up the precious treasure there, And never with it part.

To seek thee, all our hearts dispose, To each thy blessing suit, And let the seed thy servant sows, Produce a copious fruit.