1 Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints,
Our humble strains attend,
While with our praises and complaints,
Low at Thy feet we bend.

2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise?
How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies?

3 Come Lord! Thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;
Then shall our lips resound Thy praise
Our hearts adore Thy name!

4 Now, Savior, let Thy glory shine,
And fill the dwellings here
Till life, and love, and joy divine,
A heaven on earth appear.

5 When shall our hearts, enraptured, say
“Come, great Redeemer, come,
And bring the bright, the glorious day
That calls Thy children home?”

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Blessy Christlin


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