When Cold Our Hearts

When cold our hearts

and far from Thee

Our wan­der­ing spir­its stray

And thoughts and lips move hea­vi­ly;

Lord

teach us how to pray.

Too vile to ven­ture near Thy throne

Too poor to turn away;

Our on­ly voice—Thy Spir­it’s groan—

Lord

teach us how to pray.

We know not how to seek Thy face

Unless Thou lead the way;

We have no words

un­less Thy grace

Lord

teach us how to pray.

Here ev­ery thought and fond de­sire

We on Thine al­tar lay;

And when our souls have caught Thy fire

Lord

teach us how to pray.