CCLXIII. The living Sacrifice.

AND will th' eternal King
So mean a Gift regard?
That Off'ring, LORD, with Joy we bring,
Which thine own Hand prepar'd.

We own thy various Claim,
And to thine Altar move,
The willing Victims of thy Grace,
And bound with Cords of Love.

Descend, celestial Fire,
The Sacrifice inflame;
So shall a grateful Odour rise
Thro' our Redeemer's Name.