We come, we come, a wait­ing band
A flock that knows the Shep­herd’s name;
Our feet this ho­ly day shall stand
Within thy gates, Je­ru­sa­lem.

We come to join the hum­ble train
Of those who wor­ship and who praise,
To lift the heart, to swell the strain
To Him who length­ens out our days.

And He, whom yon an­gel­ic throng
Doth wor­ship with ma­jes­tic lay,
Will smile to hear the child­ren’s song,
Will haste to bless them when they pray.

O, yes! we come, a wait­ing band,
A flock that knows the Shep­herd’s name;
Our feet this ho­ly day shall stand
Within thy courts, Je­ru­sa­lem!