Crown His head with end­less bless­ing,
Who, in God the Fa­ther’s name,
With com­pass­ions ne­ver ceas­ing,
Comes sal­va­tion to pro­claim.

Hail, ye saints, who know His fa­vor,
Who with­in His gates are found,
Hail, ye saints th’ex­alt­ed Sav­ior,
Let His courts with praise re­sound.

Lo, Je­ho­vah, we ad­ore Thee;
Thee our Sav­ior! Thee our God!
From His throne His beams of glo­ry
Shine through all the world around.

In His Word His light aris­es,
Brightest beams of truth and grace;
Bind, O bind your sac­ri­fic­es,
In His courts your of­fer­ings place.

Jesus, Thee our Sav­ior hail­ing,
Thee our God in praise we own,
Highest hon­ors, ne­ver fail­ing,
Rise eter­nal round Thy throne.

Now, ye saints, His pow’r con­fess­ing,
In your grate­ful strains ad­ore;
For His mer­cy ne­ver ceas­ing,
Flows, and flows for­ev­er­more.