Come, Every Pious Heart

Come

ev­ery pi­ous heart

That loves the Sav­ior’s name

Your nob­lest pow­ers ex­ert

To ce­le­brate His fame;

Tell all above

and all be­low;

That debt of love to Him you owe.

He left His star­ry crown

And laid His robes aside;

On wings of love came down

And wept

and bled

and died:

What He en­dured

O who can tell

To save our souls from death and hell!

From the dark grave He rose;

The man­sions of the dead

And thence His migh­ty foes

In glo­ri­ous tri­umph led;

Up through the sky the Con­quer­or rode;

And reigns on high

the Sav­ior God.

From thence He’ll quick­ly come

His cha­ri­ot will not stay

And bear our spir­its home

To realms of end­less day;

There shall we see His love­ly face

And ev­er be in His em­brace.

Jesus

we ne’er can pay

The debt we owe Thy love;

Yet tell us how we may

Our gra­ti­tude ap­prove;

Our hearts

our all to Thee we give;

The gift

though small

Thou wilt re­ceive.