Come, Saints, and Adore Him

Thou sweet smil­ing Ked­ron

by the sil­ver stream

Our Sav­ior would lin­ger in moon­light’s soft beam

And by thy bright wa­ters

till mid­night would stay

And lose in thy mur­murs the toils of the day.

Come saints and ad­ore Him

come bow at His feet

O give Him the glo­ry and praise that is meet

Let joy­ful ho­san­nas un­ceas­ing arise

And join the full chor­us that glad­dens the skies.

How damp were the va­pors that fell on His head

How hard was His pil­low

how hum­ble His bed

The an­gels be­hold­ing

am­azed at the sight

Attended their mas­ter with so­lemn de­light.

O gar­den of ol­ives

thou dear hon­ored spot

The fame of thy won­ders shall ne’er be forgot

The theme most trans­port­ing to ser­aphs ab­ove

The tri­umph of sor­row

the tri­umph of love.