Praise of the Savior.

COME, ev'ry pious heart That loves the Savior's name, Your noblest pow'r exert To celebrate his fame: Tell all above And all below, The debt of love To him you owe.

He left his starry crown, And laid his robes aside, On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died. What he endur'd, Oh, who can tell? To save our souls From death and hell.

From the dark grave he rose, The mansion of the dead; And thence his mighty foes In glorious triumph led. Up through the sky The conqu'ror rode, And reigns on high, The Savior God.

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, Do thou receive.