Come, every joyful 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,
And 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, a
And reigns on high, the Saviour G°d-
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.