Come, Thou Desire Of All Thy Saints !
Our Humble Strains Attend ;
While With Our Praises And Complaints,
Low At Thy Feet We Bend,

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.