English poem
Let Us Pray
by (J. C. Yule) Pamela S. Vining
Bow the head in supplication, Lowly, penitent, sincere, Worthiest of adoration, God, the Holy One is here! - Here, while through the open casement Gently beams the rising day, While, in contrite self abasement, Rev'rently we kneel and pray! Let us pray! - we're weak and weary, Faint of heart and slow of limb, Over mountains dark and dreary Lies our pathway - narrow, dim, Thorn beset and demon-haunted, Steep and slipp'ry is the way, Would we tread it all undaunted, Firm of footstep? - let us pray! Let us pray! - on every spirit, Secret, solemn records lie, Of transgression and demerit, On'y seen by God's pure eye, - Secret sins, desires unholy, Thoughts impure that once held sway, - Oh, in penitence most lowly, Deeply contrite, let us pray! Let us pray! - we need forgiveness, - Strength and patience to endure, - For our arduous labors fitness, - Spirits consecrate and pure, Shelter need when storms are round us, - Bread of Heavenly life each day, - Help when hidden snares surround us, - Guidance always - let us pray!