Honor and Praise, O Christ, Receive

Honor and praise

O Christ

re­ceive.

Through whom Thy sav­ing name we know

Thou gav’st us free­ly to be­lieve

And dost a se­cond grace be­stow;

Call us to bear the hal­lowed cross

And suf­fer

for Thy glo­ri­ous cause.

Because from sin we turn away

And will not from Thy paths de­part

Lo! we have made our­selves a prey:

Spoiled of our goods with cheer­ful heart.

We here our lit­tle all re­store

And would

but can­not part with more.

Far bet­ter goods we have above

And sub­stance more en­dur­ing far

The ear­nest in our hearts we prove

And taste the joys that wait us there;

Riches of grace

so free­ly giv­en

And Christ in us

and Christ in Heav­en.

Our heav­en­ly wealth shall nev­er fail

Our fund of ev­er­last­ing bliss

Thieves do not there break through and steal

Nor Be­li­al’s sons by vio­lence seize

They can­not spoil our goods ab­ove

Or rob us of our Sav­ior’s love.

In Him we have im­mor­tal food

Clothing that al­ways shall en­dure

A per­ma­nent and fixed ab­ode

A heav­en­ly house that stand­eth sure

Who here are des­ti­tute of bread

And want a place to lay our head.

Spoiler

take all! We will not grieve

We will not of our loss com­plain:

Of free­dom and of life be­reave

Our bet­ter lot shall still re­main

Enough for us the part di­vine

The good

which nev­er can be thine.