1 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.

2 Such was his zeal for God,
and such his love for you,
He nobly undertook
What Gabriel could not do:
His every deed of love and grace
All words exceed, and thoughts surpass.

3 He left his starry crown
And laid His robes aside;
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died:
What he endur'd, O who can tell?
To save our souls from death and hell.

4 From the dark grave he rose,
The mansions of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led:
Up thro' the sky the conqueror rode;
And reigns on high, the savior God.

5 From thence he’ll quickly come,
His chariot will not stay,
And bear our spirits home
To realms of endless day:
There shall we see his lovely face,
And ever be in his embrace.

6 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, tho' small, thou wilt receive.