Brethren, we have met to worship,
And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the Word?
All is vain, unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One comes down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be showered all around.
Brethren, see poor sinners round you
Slumb'ring on the brink of woe;
Death is coming, hell is moving--
Can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers and our mothers,
And our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be showered all around.
Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other too;
Let us love and pray for sinners,
Till our God makes all things new
Then He'll call us home to heaven,
At His table we'll sit down.
Christ will gird Himself and serve us
With sweet manna all around.
