Come, All Ye People, Bless Our God

Come

all ye peo­ple

bless our God

And tell His glo­ri­ous praise abroad

Who holds our souls in life

Who nev­er lets our feet be moved

And

though our faith He oft has proved

Upholds us in the strife.

We come with of­fer­ings to His house

And here we pay the sol­emn vows

We ut­tered in dis­tress;

To Him our all we de­di­cate

To Him we whol­ly con­se­crate

The lives His mer­cies bless.

Come

hear

all ye that fear the Lord

While I with grate­ful heart re­cord

What God has done for me;

I cried to Him in deep dis­tress

And now His won­drous grace I bless

For He has set me free.

The Lord

who turns away the plea

Of those who love ini­qui­ty

Has an­swered my re­quest;

He has not turned away my pray­er

His grace and love He makes me share;

His name be ev­er blest.