Text: | King of Saints |
Author: | Steele |
1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name,
And joy to make it known:
The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim,
And bow before his throne.
2 Behold your King, your Saviour crown'd
With glories all divine:
And tell the wondering nations round,
How bright those glories shine.
3 Infinite power, and boundless grace,
In him unite their rays;
You that have e'er beheld his face,
Can you forbear his praise?
4 When in his earthly courts we view
The glories of our King;
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.
5 And shall we long to wish in vain?
Lord teach our songs to rise!
Thy love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.
6 O happy period! glorious day!
When Heaven and earth shall raise,
With all their powers, the raptur'd lay,
To celebrate thy praise.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, ye that love the Savioor's name |
Title: | King of Saints |
Author: | Steele |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Son |