King of Saints

Verse 1

Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known, The Sovereign of your heart's proclaim, And bow before His throne.

Verse 2

Behold your Lord, your Master, crowned With glories all divine; And tell the wondering nations round How bright those glories shine.

Verse 3

When in His earthly courts we view The glories of our King, We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing.

Verse 4

And shall we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise: Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies.

Verse 5

AMEN.