Come, you that love the Saviour’s name,

And joy to make it known;

The Sovereign of your heart proclaim,

And bow before his throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned

With glories all divine;

And tell the wondering nations round

How bright these glories shine.

3 Infinite power and boundless grace

In him unite their rays;

You that have seen his lovely face,

Can you forbear his praise?

4 When in the earthly courts we view

The beauties of our King,

We long to love as angels do,

And wish like them to sing.

5 And shall we long and wish in vain?

Lord, teach our songs to rise!

Thy love can animate our strain,

And bid it reach the skies.

6 O for the day, the glorious day!

When heaven and earth shall raise,

With all their powers, the raptured lay,

To celebrate thy praise.