Come, ye who love the Lord,
Whose hearts are tuned by grace;
We'll sing together of His love
Until we' see His face.

Humble He came to earth,
E'en to the cross of shame:
Now we'll exalt His blessedness
And praise His worthy name.

No more for Him the shame,
But now His Father's throne;
With Him we shall both live and reign
When He comes for His own.

In robes of spotless white,
Through wondrous grace we'll stand;
Made fit to dwell with God in light,
Through Jesus' pierced hand.

Come, then, and praise our Lord,
So worthy of all praise !
In sweet communion every one,
The heart and voice we raise.

A. W.