Come, ye that love the Sav­ior’s name,
And joy to make it known,
The So­ver­eign of your hearts pro­claim,
And bow be­fore His throne.

Behold your Lord, your mas­ter, crowned
With glo­ries all di­vine;
And tell the won­der­ing na­tions round
How bright those glo­ries shine.

Infinite pow­er, and bound­less grace,
In Him unite their rays;
You, that have e’er be­held His face,
Can you for­bear His praise?

When, in His earth­ly courts, we view
The glo­ries of our king,
We long to love as an­gels do,
And wish like them to sing.

And shall we long and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise:
Thy love can ani­mate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.