We gather, Lord, before Your face

We gather

Lord

before Your face

And ask You

grant us deeper grace

To more abundant life receive

A better testimony be.

Dear Lord

this is my spirit’s plea;

My heart’s desire do grant to me.

So many spirits here are dry;

Lord

grace’s ointment do apply.

So many hearts need light divine;

Your gracious light in man’s heart shine.

Revive them

deeper to love You

To self examine

growth pursue.

Cause me to be strong inwardly

That I from outward bonds be free

That I in spirit pow’rful be.

My heart more from the self set free

That Your life would be formed in me

To give Your will free way through me.

Yet still I would beseech

dear Lord:

The pow’r of Pentecost outpour;

With bitter tears

with conscience pricked

Caused man to turn

Your grace to seek:

That sick be healed; that dark see light;

That bound

enslaved

be freed with might.