Come, Jesus, from the Sapphire Throne

Come

Je­sus

from the sap­phire throne

Where Thy re­deemed be­hold Thy face

Enter this tem­ple

now Thine own

And let Thy glo­ry fill the place.

We praise Thee that today we see

Its sac­red walls before Thee stand;

’Tis Thine for us—’tis ours for Thee;

Reared by Thy kind

as­sist­ing hand.

Oft as re­turns the day of rest

Let heart­felt wor­ship here as­cend;

With Thine own joy fill ev­ery breast

With Thine own pow­er Thy word at­tend.

Here

in the dark and sor­row­ing day

Bid Thou the throb­bing heart be still;

O wipe the mourn­er’s tears away

And give new strength to meet Thy will.

When round this board Thine own shall meet

And keep the feast of dy­ing love

Be our com­mun­ion ev­er sweet

With Thee

and with Thy Church ab­ove.

Come

faith­ful Shep­herd

feed Thy sheep;

In Thine own arms the lambs en­fold;

Give help to climb the heav­en­ward steep

Till Thy full glo­ry we be­hold.