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.

When we thy wondrous glories hear,
And all thy sufferings trace,
What sweetly awful scenes appear!

What rich unbounded grace!

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 Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heaven on earth appear.

Come Thou Desire Of All Thy Saints Hymn Lyric

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