Come, every pious heart

That loves the Saviour’s name,

Your noblest powers exert

To celebrate his fame:

Tell all above and all below

The debt of love to him you owe.

2 Such was his zeal for God,

And such his love for you,

He nobly undertook

What angels could not do;

His every deed of love and grace

All words exceed, all thoughts surpass.

3 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, O who can tell,

To save our souls from death and hell!

4 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 the Son of God.

5 From thence he’ll quickly come,

His chariot will not stay,

And bear our spirits home

To realms of endless day:

There shall we see his lovely face,

And ever be in his embrace.