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.


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