Come ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make Him known, The Sov'reign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before His throne. Behold your King, your Saviour crowned, With glories all divine, And tell all wand'ring nations round How bright these glories shine. Infinite pow'r and boundless grace In Him unite their rays; Ye that have e'er beheld His face, Can ye proclaim His praise?