Devotions in the ancient way of offices. With psalms, hymns, and prayers for every day of the week and every holiday in the year. / Reformed by A person of quality, ; and published by George Hickes, D.D.

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Title: Devotions in the ancient way of offices. With psalms, hymns, and prayers for every day of the week and every holiday in the year. / Reformed by A person of quality, ; and published by George Hickes, D.D.
Author: Birchley, William, 1613-1669.
Publication: London :: Printed for J. Jones at the Bell, in St.-Paul's Church-Yard,; 1700.
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Subject terms: Church of England -- Liturgy.; Devotional exercises.
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Hymn. 1.

BEhold we come, dear Lord, to thee,
and bow before thy Throne:
We come to offer on our Knee,
our Vows to thee Alone.

What e're we have, what e're 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 Gifts for thee?
Thus we confess thy Riches Lord,
and thus our Poverty.

'Tis not our Tongue or Knee can pay,
the mighty Debt we owe;
Far more we should, than we can say,
far lower should we bow.

Come then my Soul, bring all thy pow'rs,
and grieve thou hast no more;
Bring every day thy choicest hours,
and thy great God Adore.

But above all, prepare thy Heart,
on this his own blest Day;
In it's sweet task to bear thy part,
and Sing, and Love, and Pray.

Glory to thee Eternal Lord,
thrice Blessed three in one;
Thy Name at all times be ador'd,
till Time it self be done.