CH1941, Hymn #147

Verse 1
Dear Saviour, we would know Thy love
Which yet no measure knows;
For us it led Thee once to die;
From thence salvation flows.

Verse 2
Fain would we strike the golden harp,
And wear the promised crown,
And at Thy feet, while bending low,
Would sing what grace hath done.

Verse 3
Then leave us not in this dark world,
As strangers long to roam;
Come, Lord, and take us to Thyself,
Come, jesus, quickly come!