Come, every joyful heart, That loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate His fame ; Tell all above and all below, The debt of love to Him you owe.
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 no tongue can tell, To save our souls from death and hell.
3. From the dark grave He rose---- The mansion 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.
4. From thence He'll quickly come---- His chariot will not stay---- And bear our spirits home To realms of endless day : There shall we see His lovely face, And ever be in His embrace.