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Hymn #166: Come, Every Pious Heart

Hymn #165 Hymn #167


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166 (H.M.) Samuel Stennett

Come, every pious heart,

That loves the Savior's name,

Your noblest pow'rs exert

To celebrate His fame;

Tell all above, and all below;

That debt of love to Him you owe.

Such was His zeal for God,

And such His love for you,

He nobly undertook

What Gabriel could not do;

His ev'ry deed of love and grace

All worth exceed and thought surpass.

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, O who can tell,

To save our souls from death and hell!

From the dark grave He rose,

The mansions of the dead,

And thence His mighty foes

In glorious triumph led;

Up through the sky the conq'ror rode;

And reigns on high, the Savior 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.

Jesus, we ne'er can pay

The debt we owe Thy love;

Yet tell us how we may

Our gratitude approve;

Our hearts, our all to Thee we give;

The gift, though small, Thou wilt receive.

Hymn #165 Hymn #167