Come, ye that love the Savior’s name,
And joy to make it known,
The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim,
And bow before His throne.

Behold your Lord, your master, crowned
With glories all divine;
And tell the wondering nations round
How bright those glories shine.

Infinite power, and boundless grace,
In Him unite their rays;
You, that have e’er beheld His face,
Can you forbear His praise?

When, in His earthly courts, we view
The glories of our king,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.

And shall we long and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise:
Thy love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.