1 Come all ye mourning pilgrims now,
The joyful news I'll tell,
The Lord hath sent salvation down,
To save our souls from hell,
The angels brought the tidings down,
To shepherds in the field,
That God to men is reconciled,
His Son to men revealed.
Sing glory, honor to the Lord,
Salvation to our King,
Let all that's washed in Jesus' blood,
His glorious praises sing.
2 Come all ye poor despised souls,
Unto his fold repair,
Where God his boundless love unfolds,
And says he'll meet you there.
His glorious presence fills our souls,
With songs of loudest praise,
Let all that want a Saviour dear,
Their hearts and voices raise. [Chorus]
3 There's glory, glory in my soul,
It came from heaven above,
Which makes me praise my God so bold,
And his dear children love.
I'll serve the bleeding Lamb of God,
I love his ways so well,
Because his precious blood was spilt
To save my soul from hell. [Chorus]
4 When weeping Mary came to seek
Her Lord with a perfume,
The wrapper and the sheet she found
Together in the tomb
The angel said he is not here,
He's risen from the dead;
And streams of grace to sinners flow,
As free as did his blood.
Sing glory, honor to my God,
H's now upon his throne,
And bringing foreign strangers home,
And claims them for his own.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803