The glories of our King.
COME, ye that love the Saviour’s name,
And joy to make it known,
The Sov’reign of your hearts proclaim,
And bow before his throne.
2 Behold your Lord, your Master, crown’d
With glories all divine:
And tell the wond’ring nations round,
How bright those glories shine.
3 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.
4 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.
Anne Steele
Methodist Episcopal Hymnal (1870 edition)
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