Hymn 185

LOrd, we do see that poor we be,
But thou hast Riches store;
And if that we do come to thee,
We nothing shall want more.

What is our own to us is shown
Is good, alas, for nought;
O let it go, since we do know
Rare things are to be bought:

And thou dost cry, O come and buy!
O blessed be the Lord!
Now is the day, let's not delay,
But close in with thy Word:

Then rich shall we for ever be,
And Crowns of Glory have;
And Robes so white that shine like Light
Shall we likewise receive.

Grace is like Gold, but doth excell
Whatever is on Earth;
O happy they who know full well
Its great and glorious worth.

Shall they not sing who see the Spring
Of Grace doth Blessings pour;
Thy holy praise we will always,
Lord, sing for evermore.