Come, Every Joyful Heart,
That Loves The Saviour’s Name,
Your Noblest Powers Exert
To Celebrate His Fame ;
Tell All Above And All Below,
The Debt Of Love To Him You Owe.

He Left His Starry Crown,
And Laid His Robes Aside ;
On Wings Of Love Came Down.
And Wept, And Bled, And Died
What He Endured No Tongue Can Tell,
To Save Our Souls From Death And Hell.

From The Dark Grave He Rose
The Mansion Of The Dead;
And Thence His Mighty Foes
In Glorious Triumph Led
Up Through The Sky The Conqueror Rode,
And Reigns On High, The Saviour God.

From Thence He’ll Quickly Come
His Chariot Will Not Stay
And Bear Our Spirits Home
To Realms Of Endless Day
There Shall We See His Lovely Face,
And Ever Be In His Embrace.