1 We come unto our fathers' God,
Their Rock is our salvation;
Th'eternal arms, their dear abode,
We make our habitation.
We bring you, Lord, the praise they brought,
We seek you as your saints have sought
In every generation.
2 Their joy unto their Lord we bring,
Their song to us descending;
The Spirit who in them did sing
To us is music lending:
His song in them, in us, is one;
We raise it high, we send it on.
The song is never ending.
3 You 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.
Amen.