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    COME, every thankful heart
   That loves the Saviour’s name,
    Your noblest powers exert
        To celebrate His fame!
Tell all above and all below
The debt of love to Him you owe.
2      He left His starry crown,
        He laid His robes aside,
    On wings of love came down,
        And wept, and bled, and died:
What He endured, O who can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell!
3      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 Conqueror rode,
And reigns on high the Saviour God.
4      From thence He’ll quickly come,
        His chariot will not stay,
    And bear our spirits home
        To realms of endless day;
Then shall we see His smiling face
And ever live in His embrace.
Samuel Stennett, 1727-95