James Montgomery · 117 of 363
Hymn 114: Come to the throne of Grace
HYMN CXIV.
Come to the throne of :--it stands At all times, every where; With humbled hearts and holy hands, Let us assemble there.
On the whole earth's expanded face, 'Tis best to there, For nearest heaven must be the place, Where God meets man in prayer.
In the same moment, at that throne, Were all who breathe the air, In multitude, or each alone, Found offering faithful prayer:--
No thought, no word, no sigh, in vain, Conceived, or utter'd there, Could miss the mark; like genial rain Blessings would fall on prayer.
When field and forest, plant and flower The dews of morning share, Blade, bud, leaf, blossom, in one hour, Alike are water'd there.
To-day while countless bands Are gathering every where, Let us with them lift hearts and hands, And all unite in Prayer.