Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne

Verse 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.

Verse 2

We praise Thee that to-day we see Its sacred walls before Thee stand; 'Tis Thine for us; 'tis ours for Thee; Reared by Thy kind assisting hand.

Verse 3

Oft as returns the day of rest, Let heartfelt worship here ascend; With Thine own joy fill every breast, With Thine own power Thy word attend.

Verse 4

Here in the dark and sorrowing day, Bid Thou the throbbing heart be still; Oh, wipe the mourner's tears away, And give new strength to meet Thy will.

Verse 5

When round the Board Thine own shall meet, And keep the feast of dying love, Be our communion ever sweet With Thee, and with Thy Church above.

Verse 6

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.