First Line: Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints ,

Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints !
Our humble strains attend ;
While with our praises and complaints,
Low at Thy feet we bend,

2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise !
How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies !

3 Come, Lord ! Thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame ;
Then shall our lips resound Thy praise,
Our hearts adore Thy name.

4 Dear Saviour, let Thy glory shine,
And fill Thy dwellings here ;
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heaven on earth appear.