1 Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne,
Where Thy redeemed behold Thy face;
Enter this temple, now Thine own,
And let Thy glory fill the place.
2 We praise Thee that today we see
Its sacred walls before Thee stand;
'Tis Thine for us, 'tis ours for Thee;
Reared by Thy kind, assisting hand.
3 Oft as returns the day of rest,
Let heartfelt worship here ascend;
With Thine own joy fill ev'ry breast,
With Thine own pow'r Thy Word attend.
4 Here in the dark and sorr'wing day
Bid Thou the throbbing heart be still.
Oh, wipe the mourner's tears away
And give new strength to meet Thy will!
5 Here in baptismal water pure
We find for sin a gracious cure;
Our children here to Thee we bring
To be Thine heirs, O heavenly King.
6 When at Thine altar we shall meet
And keep the feast of dying love,
Be our communion ever sweet
With Thee and with Thy Church above.
7 Come, faithful Shepherd, feed Thy sheep;
In Thine own arms the lambs enfold,
Give help to climb the heavenward steep
Till Thy full glory we behold.
|First Line:||Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne|
|Title:||Come, Jesus, from the Sapphire Throne|
|Author:||Ray Palmer (1875)|
|Topic:||Special Occasions: Dedication|
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