O Thou that hear­est pray­er,
Attend our hum­ble cry,
And let Thy ser­vants share
Thy bless­ing from on high:
We plead the pro­mise of Thy Word;
Grant us Thy Ho­ly Spir­it, Lord.

If earth­ly par­ents hear
Their child­ren when they cry,
If they, with love sin­cere,
Their child­ren’s wants sup­ply,
Much more wilt Thou Thy love dis­play,
And an­swer when Thy child­ren pray.

Our hea­ven­ly Fa­ther, Thou!
We, child­ren of Thy grace!
O let Thy Spir­it now
Descend, and fill the place;
That all may feel the hea­ven­ly flame,
And all unite to praise Thy name.

O may that sacr­ed fire,
Descending from above,
Our quick­ened hearts in­spire
With fer­vent zeal and love,
Enlighten our be­cloud­ed eyes,
And teach our earth-bound souls to rise.

And send Thy Spir­it down
On all the na­tions, Lord,
With great suc­cess to crown
The preach­ing of Thy Word;
Till hea­then lands shall own Thy sway,
And cast their id­ol-gods away.

Then shall Thy king­dom come
Among our fall­en race,
And the whole earth be­come
The tem­ple of Thy grace;
Whence pure de­vo­tion shall as­cend
And songs of praise, till time shall end.