Lord, When We Bend Before Thy Throne

Lord

when we bend be­fore Thy throne

And our con­fess­ions pour

Teach us to feel the sins we own

And hate what we de­plore.

Our brok­en spir­its

pi­ty­ing see;

True pe­ni­tence impart;

And let a kind­ling glance from Thee

Beam hope up­on the heart.

When we dis­close our wants in pray­er

May we our wills re­sign;

And not a thought our bo­soms share

That is not whol­ly Thine.

Let faith each weak pe­ti­tion fill

And waft it to the skies

And teach our hearts ’tis good­ness still

That grants it

or de­nies.

When our re­spons­ive tongues es­say

Their grate­ful hymns to raise

Grant that our souls may join the lay

And mount to Thee in praise.

Then on Thy glo­ries

while we dwell

Thy mer­cies we’ll re­new

Till love di­vine trans­port­ed tell

Our God’s our Fa­ther

too.