Come, thou Desire of all thy saints
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Come, thou Desire of all thy saints!Our humble strains attend,While with our praises and complaints,Low at thy feet we bend.
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Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,And fill thy dwellings here,Till life, and love, and joy divine,A heaven on earth appear.
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Show us some token of thy love,Our fainting hopes to raise;And pour thy blessing from above,To aid our feeble praise.
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Then shall our hearts enraptured say,"Come, great Redeemer! come,And bring the bright, the glorious day,That calls thy children home."