1  Come, let us to the Lord our God

       With contrite heart 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 though 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 heart, 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 showers 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.