Come, every joyful heart

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 heavenly crown, His glory laid 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 His people home To realms of endless day: There shall we see His lovely face, And ever be in His embrace.

Jesus, we ne'er can pay The debt of love we owe; Yet grant us day by day Our gratitude to show; Our life, our all, to Thee we give, To Thee, by whom alone we live.