Come, Thou desire of all Thy saints!
Our humble strains attend,
While with our praises and complaints,
Low at Thy feet we bend.

When we Thy wondrous glories hear,
And all Thy sufferings trace,
What sweetly awful scenes appear!
What rich unbounded grace.

How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!

But ah! the song how cold it flows!
How languid our desire!
How faint the sacred passion glows,
’Till Thou the heart inspire!

Come Lord! Thy love alone can raise
In us the heav’nly flame;
Then shall our lips resound Thy praise
Our hearts adore Thy name.

Dear Savior, let Thy glory shine,
And fill Thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heav’n on earth appear.

Then shall our hearts enraptured say,
Come, great Redeemer! come,
And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls Thy children home.