English poem
Let Us Pray
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, Only 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!