Sing to the Lord, Our Might

Sing to the Lord

our might

With ho­ly fer­vor sing!

Let hearts and in­stru­ments unite

To praise our heav­en­ly king.

This is His ho­ly house

And this His fes­tal day

When He ac­cepts the hum­blest vows

That we sin­cere­ly pay.

The Sab­bath to our sires

In mer­cy first was giv­en;

The Church her Sab­baths still re­quires

To speed her on to Heav­en.

We still like them of old

Are in the wil­der­ness;

And God is still as near His fold

To pi­ty and to bless.

Then let us op­en wide

Our hearts for Him to fill;

And He that Is­ra­el then sup­plied

Will help His Is­ra­el still.