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, Trembling on the brink of woe; Death is coming, hell is moving, Can you bear to let them go? See our fathers, see our mothers, And our children sinking down; Brethren, pray, and holy manna Will be showered all around. Sisters, will you join and help us? Moses' sisters aided him; Will you help the trembling mourners, Who are struggling hard with sin? Tell them all about the Saviour, Tell them that He will be found; Sisters, pray and holy manna Will be showered all around. Is there here a trembling jailer, Seeking grace, and filled with fears? Is there here a weeping Mary, Pouring forth a flood of tears? Brethren, join your cries to help them, Sisters, let your pray'rs abound, Pray, O, pray, that 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, Till 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.