Come, Sound His Praise Abroad

Come

sound His praise abroad

And hymns of glo­ry sing:

Je­ho­vah is the sov­er­eign God

The uni­vers­al King.

He formed the deeps un­known;

He gave the seas their bound;

The wa­te­ry worlds are all His own

And all the so­lid ground.

Come

wor­ship at His throne;

Come

bow be­fore the Lord:

We are His works and not our own;

He formed us by His Word.

Today at­tend His voice

Nor dare pro­voke His rod;

Come

like the peo­ple of His choice

And own your gra­cious God.

But if your ears re­fuse

The lang­uage of His grace

And hearts grow hard

like stub­born Jews

That un­be­liev­ing race;

The Lord

in ven­geance dressed

Will lift His hand and swear

You that des­pise My pro­mised rest

Shall have no por­tion there.