Verse 1
Come ev’ry joyful heart,
That loves the saviour’s name,
Your noblest pow’rs exert
To celebrate His fame;
Tell all above and all below,
The debt of love to Him you owe.
Verse 2
He left His starry crown,
And laid His robes aside;
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died:
what He endured no tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and [hell.
Verse 3
From the dark grave He rose
The mansion of the dead,
And thence His mighty foes
In glorious triumph led;
Up through the sky the Conqueror
rode,
And reigns on high, Saviour [God.
Verse 4
From thence’ He’ll quickly come-
His chariot will not stay-
And bear us safely home
To realms of endlessly day:
There shall we see His lovely face
And ever be in His embrace.
S. Stennett.