677    C.M.     D. Herbert
Prayer Meeting. Ps. 17. 1; 32. 5, 6

1 Behold, dear Lord, we come again,
  To supplicate thy grace;
  We feel our leanness and our wants;
  We want to see thy face.

2 Thou know’st, dear Lord, for what we’re come;
  Each heart is known to thee.
  Lord, give our burdened spirits rest,
  And bid us all go free.

3 We’ve nothing of our own to plead,
  We come just as we are;
  And who can tell but God may bless,
  And drive away our fear?

4 While one is pleading with our God,
  May each one wrestle too;
  And may we feel the blessing come,
  And cheer us ere we go.

5 Then shall we sing of sovereign grace
  And feel its power within;
  And glory in our Surety, Christ,
  Who bore our curse and sin.

6 For this we come, for this we plead,
  In spite of every foe;
  Until thou give this blessing, Lord,
  We would not let thee go.