1 We'll come while yet all glowing
The dawn of life appears,
While round us youth is throwing
The brightness of its years;
We'll come while hearts are lightest,
And thoughts flow pure and free;
We'll come while love glows brightest;
Oh! yes, we'll come to Thee.

2 We'll learn to sing thy praises,
In sweet and tuneful song;
We'll sing the love that saves us,
That guides our steps along.
What though the harps all golden,
The heavens with music fill--
To Thee, the songs of children
Are sweeter, sweeter still.

3 While childhood's hours are fleeting,
We'll gather around Thy shrine,
When life's brief day is setting,
Still shall our songs be Thine.
Oh! then in joyous chorus
We will the strains prolong,
And tell how Thou dost love us
In sweetest, noblest song.