14. Come, thou desire of all thy saints

1 Come, thou desire of all thy saints,
Our humble strains attend,
While, with our praises and complaints,
Low at thy feet we bend.

2 When we thy wondrous glories hear,
And all thy suff'rings trace,
What sweetly awful scenes appear!
What rich unbounded grace!

3 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!

4 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;
Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heaven on earth appear.

Text Information
First Line: Come, thou desire of all thy saints
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1812
Scripture:
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Media
More media are available on the text authority page.

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us