In music instruction in grade school (1930s), we sang the 1865 Pitts' version. I never have forgotten the commotion it caused.   
We would put a sort of marching rhythm to the Come, come, come ... and wouldn't stop when we were supposed to. It drove the music teacher (not a local) wild. Someone always pronounced 'church' 'shchursch' and the teacher finally gave up. Not long afterwards she had a nervous breakdown. Not the type to instruct western kids, especialy in New Mexico.
There were many Spanish-speaking Catholic kids in our school (Santa Fe), and I remember that some of them wouldn't sing it at all.