1 COME, saints, your grateful voices raise
For grace's boundless store;
Dwell on the Lord's unchanging love,
And praise Him evermore.
2 His mercy, who our ransom paid,
And all our sorrows bore,
Sing with a note of loftiest joy,
And praise Him evermore.
3 Soon the redeeming Lord shall come,
And we whose sins He bore
Shall see the glories of the Lamb
And praise Him evermore.
4 Then endless praise our lips shall move,
And joy our spirits fill;
The objects of His love divine,
Oh who that joy can tell?
