O Lord, our languid souls inspire

On opening a place for social prayer by John Newton


 * O Lord, our languid souls inspire,
 * For here, we trust, thou art!
 * Send down a coal of heav’nly fire,
 * To warm each waiting heart.


 * Dear Shepherd of Thy people, hear;
 * Thy presence now display;
 * As Thou hast given a place for prayer,
 * So give us hearts to pray.


 * Show us some token of Thy love,
 * Our fainting hope to raise;
 * And pour Thy blessings from above,
 * That we may render praise.


 * Within these walls let holy peace
 * And love and concord dwell;
 * Here give the troubled conscience ease,
 * The wounded spirit heal.


 * The feeling heart, the melting eye,
 * The humble mind bestow;
 * And shine upon us from on high,
 * To make our graces grow!


 * May we in faith receive Thy Word,
 * In faith present our prayers;
 * And, in the presence of our Lord,
 * Unbosom all our cares.


 * And may the Gospel’s joyful sound
 * Enforced by mighty grace,
 * Awaken many sinners round,
 * To come and fill the place.