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.

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

Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hopes to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
To aid our feeble praise.

Then shall our hearts enraptured say,
"Come, great Redeemer! come,
And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls thy children home."