Brethren, we have met to wor­ship
And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your pow­er,
While we meet to preach His 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
Slumbering 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.

Brethren, there are poor back­slid­ers,
Who were once near Hea­ven’s door;
But they have be­trayed the Sav­ior,
And are worse than e’en be­fore.

Yet the Sav­ior offers par­don,
If they will la­ment their wound;
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.