1. Come, let us to the Lord ouf God
With contrite hearts 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, tho' 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 hearts, 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 show'rs 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.
|First Line:||Come, let us to the Lord our God|
|Title:||Come, Let Us to the Lord Our God|
|Author:||John Morison (1781)|
|Incipit:||11713 22114 1233|
|Key:||F Major or modal|