1. Come, let us to the Lord our 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 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 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.