Text: | Hymn for Sunday |
1 Behold we come, dear Lord, to thee
And bow before thy Throne,
We come to offer all our Vows,
Our Souls to thee alone.
2 Whate’er we have, whate’er we are,
Thy Bounty freely gave;
Thou dost here in Mercy spare,
And wilt hereafter save.
3 But o! can all our Store afford
No better Gifts for thee?
Thus we confess thy Riches, Lord,
And thus our Poverty.
4 'Tis not our Tongues or Knees can pay
The mighty Debt we owe:
Far more we shou'd, than we can say,
Far lower sho'd we bow.
5 Come then my Soul, bring all thy Powers
And grieve thou hast no more,
Bring every Day thy choicest Hours
And thy great God adore.
6 But above all prepare thy Heart
On this his own blest Day,
In its sweet Task to bear a part,
And sing and love and pray!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Behold we come, dear Lord, to thee |
Title: | Hymn for Sunday |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |