Brethren, We Have Met to Worship

Brethren, we have met to worship
And adore the Lord, our God
Will you pray with all your power
While we try to preach the 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

Let us love our God supremely
Let us love each other too
Let us love and pray for sinners
'Til 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

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



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Writer(s): William Moore, Heather Sorenson, George Atkins
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