1 When, as returns the solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker, God,
What rites, what honors shall he pay?
How spread His sovereign name 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 may well spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
4 O grant us, in this solemn hour,
From earth and sin’s allurements free,
To feel Thy love, to own Thy power,
And raise each raptured thought to Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10218