679    C.M.     D. Herbert
Prayer. Matt. 18. 20; Exod. 20. 24

1 Come, thou Almighty Comforter,
  And bring upon thy wing
  Sweet consolation to each soul,
  That we may praise and sing.

2 We want to feel, we want to see,
  We want to know thee more;
  We want sweet foretastes of thy love,
  As we have had before.

3 And shall we come in vain to God?
  Dear Lord, that cannot be;
  Thy promise stands engaged to come,
  And bless e’en two or three.

4 Come, Lord, and grant each soul to feel
  Its interest in thy grace;
  And give us faith, and hope, and love,
  And strength to run the race.

5 [If thou should’st leave us, we must fall;
  Without thee, cannot rise;
  For when our Jesus hides his face,
  Our hope, our comfort, dies.]

6 Lord, give more faith, more solid faith,
  More confidence in thee;
  Break off our legal chains, O God,
  And let our souls go free.