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.

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.

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.