Hymn 1:72 [Daughters Of Sion, Come, Behold]

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Title:     Hymn 1:72 [Daughters Of Sion, Come, Behold]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The coronation of Christ, and espousals of the church,
Cant. 3. 2.

Daughters of Sion, come, behold
The crown of honour and of gold,
Which the glad church with joys unknown
Plac'd on the head of Solomon.

Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring,
Accept the well-deserv'd renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.

Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee;
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.

The gladness of that happy day,
Our hearts would wish it long to stay,
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

Each following minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys,
Till we are rais'd to sing thy Name
At the great supper of the Lamb.

O that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation-day!
The King of Grace shall fill the throne
With all his Father's glories on.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:72 [Daughters Of Sion, Come, Behold]

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