1
Come, Thou precious Ransom, come,
Only hope for sinful mortals!
Come, O Saviour of the world,
Open are to Thee all portals.
Come, Thy beauty let us see;
Anxiously we wait for Thee.
2
Enter now my waiting heart,
Glorious King and Lord most holy,
Dwell in me and ne’er depart,
Though I am but poor and lowly.
O what riches mine shall be
When Thou dwellest, Lord, in me!
3
My hosannas and my palms
Graciously receive, I pray Thee;
Evermore, as best I can,
Saviour, I will homage pay Thee;
And in faith I will embrace,
Lord, Thy merit through Thy grace.
4
Hail, hosanna, David’s Son!
Help, Lord, hear our supplication;
Let Thy kingdom, sceptre, crown,
Bring us blessing and salvation,
That for ever we may sing:
Hail, hosanna, to our King!
