ROCKINGHAM L. M.

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E. Miller

A-MEN.

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1 When, as returns this solemn day,

Man comes to meet his maker, God,
What rites, what honors, shall he pay?
How spread his sovereign's praise
abroad?

2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise,
And gems and gold and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3 Vain, sinful man, creation's Lord

Thy golden offerings well may spare; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1743

68 Tune, CHATHAM (See opposite page) I When before thy throne we kneel,

Filled with awe and holy fear, Teach us, O our God, to feel

All thy sacred presence near.

2 Check each proud and wandering thought,

When on thy great name we call: Man is naught, is less than naught; Thou, our God, art all in all.

3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we
In this vale of darkness dwell,
Yet presume to look to thee
'Midst thy light ineffable.

4 O receive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne!
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,
Infinite and holy one!

Sir John Bowring, 1792