Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

511 (8.7.8.7.D) George Atkins

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 come down;

Let us pray that holy manna

May be scattered all around.

Look and see poor mourners 'round you,

Fearing, trembling as they go;

Longing for a hope in Jesus,

Will you comfort them, or no?

Let us tell them of the Saviour;

Tell them that He may be found,

Let us pray that holy manna

May be scattered all around.

Is there here a trembling jailer,

Seeking grace and filled with fear.

Is there here a weeping Mary,

Pouring forth a flood of tears?

Let us join our pray'rs to help them;

Let our faith and love abound;

Let us pray that holy manna

May be scattered all around.

Let us love our God supremely,

Let us love each other too;

Let us love and pray for sinners,

That God might their souls renew;

Then we'll love them still the better,

Take them to our kind embrace —

Journey with them on to glory,

There to sing redeeming grace.