Come, Messiah, King of glory,
Tune this world to sing Thy praise.
Ancient mercies, new each morning,
Call all nations to Thy grace.
May each culture and each language
Bring its richness to Thy throne.
In the chorus of creation
We are Thine and Thine alone.
Finish then Thy new creation,
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see Thy great salvation
perfectly restored in Thee:
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Nations cast their crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
–verse 1, author unknown; verse 2 adapted from “Love Divine, All Loves Excelling” by Charles Wesley