1 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.
2 Jesus, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring, Accept the well-deserv'd renown, And wear our praises as thy crown.
3 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.
4 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.
5 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.
6 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.