Come, let us to the Lord our God

Come

let us to the Lord our God

With contrite heart return;

Our God is gracious

nor will leave

The desolate to mourn.

His voice commands the tempest forth

And stills the stormy wave;

And though His arm be strong to smite

’Tis also strong to save.

Long hath the night of sorrow reigned;

The dawn shall bring us light;

God shall appear

and we shall rise

With gladness in His sight.

Our heart

if God we seek to know

Shall know Him

and rejoice;

His coming like the morn shall be

Like morning songs His voice.

As dew upon the tender herb

Diffusing fragrance round

As showers that usher in the spring

And cheer the thirsty ground;

So shall His presence bless our souls

And shed a joyful light;

That hallowed morn shall chase away

The sorrows of the night.