1 We come unto our fathers' God,
Their Rock is our salvation;
Th' eternal arms, their dear abode,
We make our habitation.
We bring Thee, Lord, the praise they brought,
We seek Thee as Thy saints have sought
In every generation.
2 Their joy unto their Lord we bring,
Their song to us descendeth;
The Spirit who in them did sing
To us His music lendeth:
His song in them, in us, is one;
We raise it high, we send it on—
The song that never endeth.
3 Ye saints to come, take up the strain,
The same sweet theme endeavor;
Unbroken be the golden chain!
Keep on the song forever!
Safe in the same dear dwelling place,
Rich with the same eternal grace,
Bless the same boundless Giver.
|First Line:||We come unto our fathers' God|
|Title:||We Come Unto Our Fathers' God|
|Author:||Thomas H. Gill (1868)|
|Topic:||Worship: Adoration and Praise; Adoration and Praise; Communion of Saints(5 more...)|
|Name:||NUN FREUT EUCH|
|Composer (melody):||Martin Luther|
|Source:||Geistliche Lieder, Wittenberg, 1535|
|In Every Generation|