Come, Shout Aloud the Father’s Grace

Come

shout aloud the Fa­ther’s grace

And sing the Sav­ior’s love;

Soon shall you join the glo­ri­ous theme

In lof­ti­er strains ab­ove.

God

the eter­nal

migh­ty God

To dear­er names des­cends;

Calls you His trea­sure and His joy

His child­ren and His friends.

My Fa­ther

God! and may these lips

Pronounce a name so dear?

Not thus could Heav’n’s sweet har­mo­ny

Delight my list­en­ing ear.

Thanks to my God for ev­ery gift

His bount­eous hands be­stow;

And thanks eter­nal for that love

Whence all those com­forts flow.