Here we throng to praise the Savior

1 Here we throng to praise the Saviour,
Cheerfully our voices raise:
He who died for our behavior,
Says he will accept our praise.
Hinder not the young from coming,
For of such, the Saviour said,
Is composed my heavenly kingdom,
'Tis a rapturous thought, indeed.

2 Let us love him and adore him,
In our days of feeble youth;
May we ever walk before him,
In the glorious paths of truth.
Let us never grieve the Saviour,
Who has died our souls to win;
Let us ever seek his favor,
Shunning all the paths of sin.

3 If our sins are all forgiven,
We may read our titles clear:
To eternal joy in heaven,
Far beyond this earthly sphere,
In that blest abode of glory,
We may join the angel throng;
Jesus' love shall be the story
Of our never-ending song.

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #133a