Behold we come, dear LORD, to Thee, And bow before Thy throne; We come to offer on our knee Our vows to Thee alone. | Whate'er we have, whate'er we are, Thy bounty freely gave; Thou dost us here in mercy spare, And wilt hereafter save. | 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. | But, above all, prepare thine heart On this, His own blest day, In its sweet task to bear thy part, And sing, and love, and pray. | |