1 How great, how solemn is the work,
Which we attend to day!
Now for a holy, solemn frame,
O God, to thee we pray.
2 O may we feel as once we felt,
When pain'd and grive'd at heart;
Thy kind, forgiving, melting look,
Reliev'd our every smart.
3 Let grace which then was exercis'd,
Be exercis'd again;
And, nurtur'd by celestial power,
In exercise remain.
4 Awake our love, our fear, our hope,
Wake fortitude and joy;
Vain world begone; let things above,
Our happy thoughts employ.
5 Whilst thee, our Saviour and our Lord,
To all around we own;
Drive each rebellious, rival lust,
Each traitor from the throne.
6 Instruct our minds, our wills subdue,
To heaven our passions raise;
That hence our lives, our all may be
Devoted to thy praise.
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First Line: | How great, how solemn is the work |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1825 |