Daughters of Zion, come, behold

Verse 1

Daughters of Zion, come, behold The crown of honor and of gold Which the glad church, with joys unknown, Placed on the head of Solomon.

Verse 2

Jesus, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring; Accept the well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown.

Verse 3

Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the dear hour when from above We first received thy pledge of love.

Verse 4

The gladness of that happy day, Our hearts would wish it long to stay; Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

Verse 5

Each following minute, as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys, Till we are raised to sing thy name At the great supper of the Lamb.

Verse 6

O that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation day! The King of Grace shall fill the throne, With all his Father's glories on.