I How rich thy gifts, almighty King! 2 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues :All from thy boundless goodness rise.:||:And all our sacred rights maintain.:|| Rev. Andrew Kippis, 1725 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come Come with all thine angels, come, Dean Henry Alford, 1810 484 the sun I While, with ceaseless course, They have done with all below: But how little, none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind,— Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Bless thy word to young and old; Rev. John Newton, 1725 |