Come, O thou King of all thy saints,

Our humble tribute own,

While, with our praises and complaints,

We bow before thy throne.

2 How should our songs, like those above,

With warm devotion rise!

How should our souls on wings of love,

Mount upward to the skies!

3 But, ah, the song, how faint it flows!

How languid our desire!

How dim the sacred passion glows,

Till thou the heart inspire!

4 Blest Saviour, let thy glory shine,

And fill thy dwellings here,

Till life, and love, and joy divine,

A heaven on earth appear.