Verse 1

AND art Thou come with us to dwell, Our Prince, our Guide, our Love, our Lord? And is Thy name Emmanuel, God present with His world restored?

Verse 2

The world is glad for Thee! The rude Wild moor, the city’s crowded pen; Each waste, each peopled solitude, Becomes a home for happy men.

Verse 3

Thou bringest all again; with Thee Is light, is space, is breadth and room For each thing fair, beloved, and free, To have its hour of life and bloom.

Verse 4

Each heart’s deep instinct unconfessed; Each lowly wish, each daring claim; All, all that life hath long repressed Unfolds, not fearing blight or blame.

Verse 5

Thy reign eternal will not cease; Thy years are sure, and glad, and slow; Within Thy mighty world of peace The humblest flower hath leave to blow.

Verse 6

Then come to heal Thy people’s smart, And with Thee bring Thy captive train; Come, Saviour of the world and heart, Come, mighty Victor over pain.

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