COME, let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise: To God our sovereign King—rehearse His glories in exalted verse.
Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who formed our nature with His word; He is our Shepherd, we the sheep, He doth our souls in safety keep.
Come, let us hear His voice today, The counsels of His love obey; Nor let our hardened hearts renew, The sins and plagues that Israel knew.
They saw His mighty works of grace, Tempted and tried Him to His face; Forgot His power, abused His love, False to their guardian God above.
Seize we Thy promise while it waits, And march to Zion’s heavenly gates; Believe and take Thy promised rest, To be Thine own, for ever blest.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748