2. I know, I feel how mean, and how unworthy

The lowly sacrifice I pour be- | fore thee:

What can I offer thee, O Thou most | holy !..But | sin and folly.

3. Lord, in thy sight, who ev'ry bosom viewest,

Cold in our warmest vows, and | vain our | truest;

Thoughts of a hurrying hour, our lips re- peat them,..Our | hearts for- get them.

4. We see thy hand, it leads us, it supports us:

We hear thy voice, it counsels,..and it courts us;

And then we turn away! and still thy | kindness.. For- | gives our | blindness!

5. Who can resist thy gentle call, appealing

To ev'ry gen'rous thought and grateful feeling!

Oh! who can hear the accents of thy | mercy,..And never | love thee.

6. Kind Benefactor! plant within this bosom

The seeds of holiness, and let them blossom

In fragrance, and in beauty bright and | vernal,..And spring e- | ternal.

7. Then place them in those everlasting gardens,

Where angels walk, and | seraphs..are the wardens;

Where ev'ry flower, brought safe through death's dark | portal,..Be- | comes immortal.

Bowring.

Bowring.

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Chant No. 104. Single.

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Chant No. 107.