Come Ye That Love The Saviors Name

Come, ye that love the Savior's Name,

And joy to make it known,

The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim,

And bow before His throne.

Behold your Lord, your Master, crowned

With glories all divine;

And tell the wondering nations round

How bright those glories shine.

When, in His earthly courts, we view

The glories of our King,

We long to love as angels do,

And wish like them to sing.

And shall we long and wish in vain?

Lord, teach our songs to rise:

Thy love can animate the strain,

And bid it reach the skies.