Lord, Thy Children Lowly Bending

Lord

Thy child­ren low­ly bend­ing

Bow be­fore Thy throne;

Praise from youth­ful lips as­cend­ing

Wilt Thou deign to own?

Wilt Thou hear us while we bless Thee

And con­fess Thee God alone?

Yes

Thou wilt

for Thou dost love us

Cam’st for us to die;

Bending from Thy throne ab­ove us

With a pi­ty­ing eye

Well we know that Thou art near us

And will hear us when we cry.

Then our hum­ble prais­es bring­ing

We will seek Thy face;

Hymns with grate­ful voic­es sing­ing

In this hal­lowed place.

We will dare to come be­fore Thee

And ad­ore Thee

Lord of grace.