1 Come to the house of pray'r,
O thou afflicted, come:
The God of peace shall meet thee there,
He makes that house his home.
2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.
4 Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow, your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown,
Who gives the pow'r to praise.
5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hear’st the mourner’s call;
6 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,
And heav'n on earth be won.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come to the house of pray'r |
Title: | Invitation to God's House |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit: Gospel Call |
Notes: | Public Domain. |