COME, humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred praise, For He is good, immensely good, And kind are all His ways.
All nature owns His guardian care, In Him we live and move; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of His love.
He gave His Son, His only Son, To ransom rebel worms; ’Tis here He makes His goodness known In its diviner forms.
To this dear refuge, Lord, we come; ’Tis here our hope relies: A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise.
Thine eye beholds with kind regard The souls that trust in Thee; Their humble hope Thou wilt reward With bliss divinely free.
Great God, to Thine almighty love, What honours shall we raise? Not all the raptured songs above Can render equal praise.
Anne Steele, 1717-78