Ann Steele

C.M.

1. Come Ye That Love the Savior's Name
And joy to make it known;
The sov'reign of your heart proclaim,
And bow before His throne.

2. Behold your King, your Savior, crowned
With glories all devine;
And tell the wand'ring nations round
How bright those glories shine.

3. Infinite pow'r and boundless grace
In Him unite their rays;
You, that have e'er beheld His face,
Can you forbear his praise?

4. When in His earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.

5. And shall we long and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise;
Thy love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.

6. O happy period! Glorious day!
When heav'n and earth shall raise,
With all their pow'rs the raptured lay,
To celebrate thy praise.