Our Saviour would linger in moonlight’s soft beam:
And by thy bright waters till midnight would stay,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
CHORUS.
Come, saints, and adore him; come bow at his feet;
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head,
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed;