A Song of Praise to Christ

Verse 1

Come, every pious heart, That loves the Saviour’s name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate his fame; Tell all above, and all below, That debt of love, to him you owe.

Verse 2

He left his starry crown, And laid His robes aside, On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died: What he endured, oh, who can tell, To save our souls from death and hell?

Verse 3

From the dark grave he rose, The mansions 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.

Verse 4

Jesus, we ne’er can pay The debt we owe thy love; Yet tell us how we may Our gratitude approve; Our hearts, our all to thee we give,-- The gift, though small, thou wilt receive.