Hymn for Sunday

Behold we come, dear Lord, to thee And bow before thy Throne, We come to offer all our Vows, Our Souls to thee alone.

What e'er we have, what e'er we are, Thy Bounty freely gave: Thou dost us here in Mercy spare, And wilt hereafter save.

But o! can all our Store afford No better Gists for thee? Thus we confess thy Riches, Lord, And thus our Poverty.

Tis not our Tongues or Knees can pay The mighty Debt we owe: Far more we shou'd, than we can say, Far lower shou'd we bow.

Come then my Soul, bring all thy Powers And grieve thou hast no more, Bring every Day thy choicest Hoars And thy great God adore.

But above all prepare thy Heart On this his own blest Day, In it's sweet Task to bear a part, And sing and love and pray!