Anna Laetitia Barbauld - This Solemn Day lyrics

When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his maker God, What rites, what honours shall he pay? How spread his sovereign's praise abroad? From marble domes and gilded spires Shall curling clouds of incense rise? And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice? Vain sinful man! Creation's lord Thy golden offerings well may spare; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find, Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.