Come, Thou Desire Of All Thy Saints

Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints!

Our humble strains attend,

While with our praises and complaints,

Low at Thy feet we bend.

How should our songs, like those above,

With warm devotion rise!

How should our souls, on wings of love,

Mount upward to the skies!

Come Lord! Thy love alone can raise

In us the heavenly flame;

Then shall our lips resound Thy praise

Our hearts adore Thy Name.

Dear Savior, let Thy glory shine,

And fill Thy dwellings here,

Till life, and love, and joy divine

A Heaven on earth appear.

Then shall our hearts enraptured say,

Come, great Redeemer! come,

And bring the bright, the glorious day,

That calls Thy children home.