Coming, Coming, We Are Coming
To Thy Temple, Gracious Lord,
To Receive The Blessed Teaching
Of Thy Pure And Perfect Word ;
Meekly Would We Learn Our Duty,
Learn It Kneeling At Thy Feet,
While A Radiance From Thy Glory
Covers All The Mercy-Seat.

Singing, Singing, We Are Singing
Of Thy Wondrous Love So Free,
How It Floweth Ever Onward
Like A Vast And Mighty Sea ;
And Our Souls Mount Up With Gladness,
While We Swell The Lofty Strain,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
To The Lamb For Sinners Slain !

Praying, Praying, We Are Praying
That Thy Spirit, Like A Dove,
May Descend With Gifts Of Mercy
From Thy Gracious Hand Above.
Lord, We Ask That, By Thy Watch-Care,
We May All Protected Be.
Every Hand Be Quick To Labour,
And Our Hearts Be Stayed On Thee.