Come, Pure Hearts

Come

pure hearts

in sweet­est mea­sure

Sing of those who spread the trea­sure

In the ho­ly Gos­pels shrined;

Blessèd tid­ings of sal­va­tion

Peace on earth their pro­cla­ma­tion

Love from God to lost man­kind.

See the riv­ers four that glad­den

With their streams

the bet­ter Ed­en

Planted by our Lord most dear;

Christ the Fount­ain

these the wa­ters;

Drink

O Zi­on’s sons and daugh­ters

Drink

and find sal­va­tion here.

Here our souls

by Je­sus sat­ed

More and more shall be trans­lat­ed

Earth’s temp­ta­tions far above;

Freed from sin’s ab­horred do­min­ion

Soaring on an an­gel pin­ion

They shall reach the source of love.

Then shall thanks and praise as­cend­ing

For Thy mer­cies with­out end­ing

Rise to Thee

O Sav­ior blest

With Thy gra­cious aid de­fend us

Let Thy guid­ing light at­tend us

Bring us to Thy place of rest.

O that we

thy truth con­fess­ing

And Thy ho­ly Word pos­sess­ing

Jesus

may Thy love ad­ore;

Unto Thee our voic­es rais­ing

Thee with all Thy ran­somed prais­ing

Ever and for­ev­er­more.