Oh altar

Oh altar, tell me of the day
When saints would tarry, weep and pray
When you were drenched with holy tears
As all the saints of God drew near

With trembling voice and longing heart
To seek their God, they drew apart
Laid down the trinkets and the toys
And rent their hearts to find His joy

Humbly and with brokenness
United hearts become a chorus
And having made a sweet confession
God, You see and send the blessing

But that was in another day
When saints would tarry, weep and pray
Oh altar, you have long been dry
Have we now no tears to cry?

Did we forget His saving grace?
No longer long to see His face?
Is there none in need of mercy
Or for His presence in this journey?

Oh God, have mercy in this day
Teach us to tarry, weep and pray