My God, accept my heart this day,
and make it always thine,
that I from thee no more may stray,
no more from thee decline.
Before the cross of him who died,
behold, I prostrate fall;
let every sin be crucified,
and Christ be all in all.
Anoint me with thy heavenly grace,
and seal me for thine own,
that I may see thy glorious face,
and worship near thy throne.
Let every thought and work and word,
to thee be ever given;
then life shall be thy service, Lord,
and death the gate of heaven.
We sing it to Song 67 (Gibbons).
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
to his feet thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
evermore his praises sing:
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise him for his grace and favor
to our fathers in distress;
praise him still the same for ever,
slow to chide and swift to bless:
Glorious in his faithfulness.
Father-like, he tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame he knows;
in his hand he gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes.
Widely yet his mercy flows.
Angels, help us to adore him;
ye behold him face to face;
sun and moon, bow down before him,
dwellers all in time and space.
Praise with us the God of grace.
Sung to Lauda Anima.
Wherefore, O Father, we thy humble servants
here bring before thee Christ thy well-belovèd,
all perfect Offering, Sacrifice immortal,
See now thy children, making intercession
through him our Savior, Son of God incarnate,
for all thy people, living and departed,
pleading before thee.
Sung to Christe fons jugis.
And we ended with:
I love thee, Lord, but not because
I hope for heaven thereby,
nor yet for fear that loving not
I might for ever die;
but for that thou didst all the world
upon the cross embrace;
for us didst bear the nails and spear,
and manifold disgrace,
and griefs and torments numberless,
and sweat of agony;
e'en death itself; and all for one
who was thine enemy.
Then why, most loving Jesus Christ,
should I not love thee well,
not for the sake of winning heaven,
nor any fear of hell;
not with the hope of gaining aught,
nor seeking a reward;
but as thyself hast loved me,
O ever loving Lord!
E'en so I love thee, and will love,
and in thy praise will sing,
solely because thou art my God
and my eternal King.
Sung to St. Fulbert.