Before thy throne we bow the knee,
Waiting, yes, waiting, Lord, for thee.
Oh, let thy presence fill the place!
Shed the rich manna of thy grace! Lift thou the broken spirit up,
That he may drink the sacred cup,
Filled from the glorious fountain-head
Of life, such is the blood he shed! Come, sinner, come this manna taste,
This heavenly food. O sinner, haste!
This bread of life God gave to you.
'Twas meant for all, not for the few. By swift repentance, then, lay hold,
And come within Christ's sacred fold,
To share the benefits now thine,
And feast your souls on food divine.