1 Come all ye saints, who dwell on earth,
Your cheerful voices raise,
Our great Redeemer's love to sing,
And celebrate his praise.

2 His love is great, he died for us,
Shall we ungrateful be?
Since he has marked a road to bliss,
And said, Come follow me.

3 The strait and narrow way we've found,
Then let us travel on,
'Till we in the celestial world,
Shall meet where Christ is gone.

4 And there we'll join the heav'nly choir,
And sing his praise above;
While endless ages roll around,
Perfected by his love.