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, O who 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 smiling face And ever live in His embrace.
Samuel Stennett, 1727-95