The Canon

Behold, the Hour is at Hand.

Matthew xxvi. 45.

By Crowds attended to the Choir
Thou now dost bend thy Way;
Come on, and, with suppliant Voice,
Thy humblest Homage pay:

For, thee the Fates do loud demand,
And instant Death does crave;
A Day, which no one can retard,
Shall force thee to the Grave.