1 

Come, let us to the Lord our God

   With contrite heart return;

Our God is gracious, nor will leave

   The desolate to mourn.

 2 

His voice commands the tempest forth,

   And stills the stormy wave;

And though His arm be strong to smite,

   'Tis also strong to save.

 3 

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.

 4 

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.

 5 

As dew upon the tender herb,

   Diffusing fragrance round,

As showers that usher in the spring,

   And cheer the thirsty ground;

 6 

So shall His presence bless our souls,

   And shed a joyful light;

That hallowed morn shall chase away

   The sorrows of the night.