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.