230
C. M.
They shall speak of the glory, etc.
Psalm 145:11.
Come, you that love the Saviour’s name,
And joy to make it known;
The Sovereign of your heart proclaim,
And bow before his throne.
2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned
With glories all divine;
And tell the wondering nations round
How bright these glories shine.
3 Infinite power and boundless grace
In him unite their rays;
You that have seen his lovely face,
Can you forbear his praise?
4 When in the earthly courts we view
The beauties of our King,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.
5 And shall we long and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise!
Thy love can animate our strain,
And bid it reach the skies.
6 O for the day, the glorious day!
When heaven and earth shall raise,
With all their powers, the raptured lay,
To celebrate thy praise.
Mrs. Steele.