Attend, Ye Saints

Attend

ye saints

and hear me tell

The won­ders of Im­ma­nu­el;

Who saved me from a burn­ing hell

And brought my soul with Him to dwell

And feel a bless­èd un­ion.

At first He saw me from on high

Beheld my soul in ru­in lie;

He looked on me with pi­ty­ing eye

And said to me as He passed by

With God you have no un­ion.

Then I be­gan to mourn and cry

I looked this way and that to fly;

It grieved me for that I must die

I strove sal­va­tion for to buy

But still I had no un­ion.

But when my Sav­ior took me in

And with His blood did wash me clean

’Twas then I hat­ed ev­ery sin;

And O! what sea­sons I have seen

E’er since I felt this un­ion.

I praised the Lord both night and day

From house to house I went to pray;

And if I met one on the way

I al­ways had some word to say

About this bless­èd un­ion.

I wonder why old saints don’t sing

And praise the Lord up­on the wing

And make the heav’n­ly arch­es ring

With loud ho­san­nas to their king

Who brought their souls to un­ion.

O come

back­slid­ers

come away

And learn to do as well as say;

And mind to watch as well as pray:

Come

bear your cross from day to day

And then you’ll feel this un­ion.

Soon we shall break all na­ture’s ties

On wings of love our souls shall rise

And shout sal­va­tion through the skies

And gain the mark and win the prize

And feel a heav’n­ly un­ion.

Then ev­ery saint that’s here be­low

Will leave these climes of pain and woe;

And they will home to glo­ry go;

And there they’ll hear and see and know

And feel this per­fect un­ion.

There we the glo­ri­ous Lamb shall see

Who groaned and died up­on the tree

For sin­ners such as you and me

That we might His sal­va­tion see

And feel a heav’n­ly un­ion.

When we re­count life’s dan­gers o’er

Review the la­bors which we bore;

And see our­selves safe on the shore

With love our con­quer­or we’ll adore

And feel in­creas­ing un­ion.

When count­less years have rolled away

Our vi­gor suf­fer­ing no de­cay

We’ll all as one with rap­ture say

We still re­mem­ber well the day

Our souls first felt this un­ion.

Reign

glo­ri­ous Je­sus

reign on high

’Tis Thou that brought us re­bels nigh;

We’ll shout re­demp­tion through the sky

And praise Thee to eter­ni­ty

For such a glo­ri­ous un­ion.

The hosts of Heav’n shall all agree

In pur­est strains of sym­pho­ny;

And shout

Eter­nal glo­ry be

To three in One

and One in three

Crying

O this glo­ri­ous un­ion.