Come Every Pious Heart

Come, every pious heart,
That loves the Savior’s name,
Your noblest powers exert
To celebrate his fame;
Tell all above, and all below;
That debt of love to him you owe.

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 conqueror 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, Thou wilt receive.