Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Anthem (Neale)

Come

ye faith­ful

raise the an­them

Cleave the skies with shouts of praise;

Sing to Him who found a ran­som

Ancient of eter­nal days

God of God

the Word in­car­nate

Whom the heaven of heaven ob­eys.

Ere He raised the lof­ty mount­ains

Formed the seas

or built the sky

Love eter­nal

free

and bound­less

Moved the Lord of Life to die

Foreordained the Prince of princ­es

For the throne of Cal­va­ry.

If His people walk in dark­ness

Through the thick­est clouds of night

He

ac­cord­ing to His pro­mise

Sends the pil­lar-beam of light;

Then they pass along His high­way

Turning not to left or right.

When the thirs­ty pant for wa­ter

And no cool­ing streams are found

He des­cends

like show­ers in spring-time

Softening all the parch­ed ground;

While the smit­ten Rock its tor­rents

Pours in am­ple streams around.

Hungry souls that faint and lang­uish

By His bound­less hand are fed!

Yes

He gives them food im­mor­tal!

Gives Him­self

the liv­ing bread

Gives the cha­lice of His pas­sion

Rich with blood on Cal­va­ry shed.

Trust Him

then

ye fear­ful pil­grims—

Who shall pluck you from His hand?

Pledged He stands for their sal­va­tion

Who are fight­ing for His land;

Oh! that we

amidst His true ones

Round His throne may one day stand!