Come, O Thou King of Kings

Sheet Music

Using the tune 'Sanford' as found in Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 27

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• Copyright: Public Domain
• Source: Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 27
• Contributor: Veramet 07:21, 30 July 2010 (UTC)

External Sheet Music Links

• Flash printable/playable/transposable sheet music from lds.org/churchmusic

Tunes

• Sanford, by Anonymous, ca. 1899
  • Copyright: public domain

Lyrics

• Poet: Parley P. Pratt (1807–1857)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840

Hymn 190
6 6 6 6 8 8
1. Come, O! thou King of Kings!
We've waited long for thee,
With healing in thy wings,
To set thy people free;
Come, thou desire of nations, come
Let Israel now be gathered home.

2. Come, make an end of sin,
And cleanse the earth by fire,
And righteousness bring in,
That saints may tune the lyre,
With songs of joy in happier strains,
To welcome in thy peaceful reign.

3. Hosannahs now shall sound
From all the ransomed throng,
And glory echo round,
A new triumphal song;
The wide expanse of heaven fill,
With anthems sweet from Zion's hill.

4. Hail! Prince of Life and Peace,
Thrice welcome to thy throne,
While all the chosen race,
Their Lord and Saviour own; -
The heathen nations bow the knee,
And every tongue confess to thee.

Lyrics from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 27

1. Come, O Thou King of kings—
We’ve waited long for Thee,—
With healing in Thy wings,
To set Thy people free;
Come, Thou desire of nations, come,
Let Israel now be gathered home.

2. Come, make an end to sin,
And cleanse the earth by fire,
And righteousness bring in,
That Saints may tune the lyre,
With songs of joy, a happier strain,
To welcome in Thy peaceful reign.

3. Hosannas now shall sound
From all the ransomed throng,
And glory echo round
A new triumphal song;
The wide expanse of heaven fill
With anthems sweet from Zion’s hill.

4. Hail! Prince of Life and Peace!
Thrice welcome to Thy throne!
While all the chosen race
Their Lord and Saviour own.
The heathen nations bow the knee,
And ev’ry tongue sounds praise to Thee.

External Lyrics

• Lyrics from LDS.org (same as from the 1985 LDS hymnal)