Come, Lord, and Warm Each Languid Heart

Come

Lord

and warm each lang­uid heart

Inspire each life­less tongue;

And let the joys of Heav’n im­part

Their in­flu­ence to our song.

Then to the shin­ing seats of bliss

The wings of faith shall soar

And all the charms of para­dise

Our rap­tured thoughts ex­plore.

Pleasures

un­sul­lied

flour­ish there

Beyond the reach of time;

Not bloom­ing Ed­en smiled so fair

In all her flow­ery prime.

No sun shall gild the blest abode

With his me­ri­di­an ray

The more ra­di­ant throne of God

Diffuse eter­nal day.

Sorrow

and pain

and ev­ery care

And dis­cord there shall cease

And per­fect joy and love sin­cere

Adorn the reams of peace.

The soul

from sin for ev­er free

Shall mourn its pow­er no more

But clothed in spot­less pur­ity

Redeeming love adore.

There on a throne—how dazz­ling bright—

Th’ex­alt­ed Sav­ior shines;

And beams in­ef­fa­ble de­light

On all the heav­en­ly minds.

There shall the fol­low­ers of the Lamb

Join in im­mor­tal songs;

And end­less hon­ors to His name

Employ their tune­ful tongues.

While sweet re­flect­ion calls to mind

The scenes of mor­tal care

When God

their God

for ev­er kind

Was pre­sent to their pray­er;

How will the won­ders of His grace

In their full lus­ter shine?

His wis­dom

power and faith­ful­ness

All glo­ri­ous! all di­vine!

The Sav­ior

dy­ing

ris­ing

crowned

Shall swell the lof­ty strains

Seraph and saint His praise re­sound

Through all th’ethe­re­al plains.

But oh! their tran­sports

oh! their songs

What mor­tal thought can paint?

Transcendent glo­ry awes our tongues

And all our notes are faint.

Lord

tune our hearts to praise and love

Our fee­ble notes in­spire;

Till in Thy bliss­ful courts ab­ove

We join the heav’n­ly choir.