Come, every thankful heart,
That loves the Saviour's Name,
Your noblest powers exert
To celebrate His fame!
Tell all above and all below
The debt of love to Him you owe.
He left His starry crown,
He laid His robes aside,
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died.
What He endured no tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell.
From the dark grave He rose,
The mansion of the dead,
And thence His mighty foes
In glorious triumph led:
Up through the sky the Conqueror rode,
And reigns on high the Saviour God.
From thence He'll quickly come,
His chariot will not stay,
And bear our spirits home
To realms of endless day:
Then shall we see His lovely face,
And ever dwell in His embrace.
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, do Thou receive.
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