1 O come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favours past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his Name belongs.
3 For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is, with unrivall'd glory, great;
A King, superior far to all,
Whom gods the heathen falsely call.
4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command,
The strength of hills that reach the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.
5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss,
By the same sov'reign right is his;
'Tis mov'd by his Almighty Hand,
Who form'd and fix'd the solid land.
6 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord, our maker, fall.
7 For he's our God, our Shepherd he,
His flock and pasture sheep are we:
If then you'll, like his flock, draw near,
To day if you his voice will hear.
8 Let not your harden'd hearts renew
Your fathers' crimes and judgments too;
Nor here provoke my wrath, as they
In desart plains of Meribah.
9 When through the wilderness they mov'd,
And me with fresh temptations prov'd,
They still, through unbelief, rebell'd,
Whilst they my wond'rous works beheld.
10 They forty years my patience griev'd,
Though daily I their wants reliev'd.
Then— 'Tis a faithless race, I said,
Whose heart from me has always stray'd.
11 They ne'er will tread my righteous path;
Therefore to them, in settled wrath,
Since they despis'd my rest, I sware,
That they should never enter there.
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| First Line: | O come, loud anthems let us sing |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1793 |
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