| 1 | Lord, we meet to seek Thy face | 
|  | And in one accord to pray; | 
|  | We a holy priesthood are, | 
|  | Waiting on Thee here today. | 
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|  |  | Here together we would pray, | 
|  |  | Touch the highest and the best, | 
|  |  | Till our spirits mingled are | 
|  |  | And Thy Church is built and blest. | 
| 2 | As true priests we long to be, | 
|  | With our spirit sense Thy will, | 
|  | Thus to serve before Thee here | 
|  | That Thy plan Thou may fulfill. | 
| 3 | To the holiest place we come, | 
|  | Now to touch Thy throne of grace, | 
|  | By the inner sense to pray | 
|  | And Thy Spirits flow to trace. | 
| 4 | From Thy throne of grace to me | 
|  | Rivers of Thy grace proceed; | 
|  | Thus my spirit is refreshed, | 
|  | Helping me in time of need. | 
| 5 | May our prayers expression give | 
|  | To Thy Spirits mind alone; | 
|  | Praying not by our desire, | 
|  | But according to Thine own. | 
| 6 | Though with temporal matters pressed, | 
|  | Which we fain would bring to Thee, | 
|  | Rather than Thy care to seek, | 
|  | We would here Thy channel be. | 
| 7 | Here we seek Thy listning ear | 
|  | May Thy living water flow; | 
|  | When Thy grace does satisfy, | 
|  | Only then Thy work well know. |