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.

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.

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!