Come praise the Lord! Come praise our King!
Let sweetest songs be raised!
Our pious pleasure, while we sing,
increases with our praise.
Great is the Lord; and works unknown
are God's divine employ.
His faithful saints are near his throne,
as treasures, and as joy.
We saints adore the living God,
we serve with faith and prayer;
God makes the churches his abode,
and claims our honors there.
Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #94