Come, ev­ery pi­ous heart,
That loves the Sav­ior’s name,
Your nob­lest pow­ers ex­ert
To ce­le­brate His fame;
Tell all above, and all be­low;
That debt of love to Him you owe.

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!

From the dark grave He rose;
The man­sions of the dead,
And thence His migh­ty foes
In glo­ri­ous tri­umph led;
Up through the sky the Con­quer­or rode;
And reigns on high, the Sav­ior God.

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.

Jesus, we ne’er can pay
The debt we owe Thy love;
Yet tell us how we may
Our gra­ti­tude ap­prove;
Our hearts, our all to Thee we give;
The gift, though small, Thou wilt re­ceive.