Jesus, Thou Everlasting King

Jesus

Thou ev­er­last­ing king

Accept the trib­ute which we bring;

Accept the well de­served re­nown

And wear our prais­es as Thy crown.

Daughters of Zi­on

come

be­hold

The crown of hon­or and of gold

Which the glad church

with joys un­known

Placed on the head of So­lo­mon.

Let ev­ery act of wor­ship be

Like our es­pous­als

Lord

to Thee;

Like the dear hour when from ab­ove

We first re­ceived Thy pledge of love.

The glad­ness of that hap­py day!

Our hearts would wish it long to stay;

Nor let our faith for­sake its hold

Nor com­fort sink

nor love grow cold.

Each fol­low­ing min­ute

as it flies

Increase Thy praise

im­prove our joys

Till we are raised to sing Thy name

At the great sup­per of the Lamb.

O that the months would roll away

And bring that co­ro­na­tion day!

The King of Grace shall fill the throne

With all His Fa­ther’s glo­ries on.