1 O come let us join,
Together combine;
To praise our dear Sav'our, our Master Divine.

2 Him let us adore,
Who cover'd with Gore,
Late hanged on Calv'ry, both wounded and poor.

3 He worthy is bless'd,
By Spirits at Rest;
Who once in this Desert his Godhead confess'd,

4 The Heavenly Spheres,
Who saw him in Tears,
Yea ev'ry strong Angel, his Person reveres.

5 The Prophets who told
His Suff'rings of old,
Sing now sweet Thanksgiving on Psalt'ries of Gold.

6 The Fathers to whom
He shew'd he would come,
Now in his Pavilion take up their long Home.

7 The Spirits of Men,
Who for him were slain,
From Able the Righteous, share now in his Reign.

8 Th' apostles who stood,
Resisting to Blood,
For Jesus's Gospel, rejoice in their God.

9 The Confessor's too,
Them prostrating low,
Cast down their bright Mitres, and thankfully bow.

10 Oh Church of the Lamb,
Here met do the same,
With Saints, and with Angels, bless Jesus's Name.

11 My Soul bear a Part,
For ransom'd thou art,
By Jesu's Blood shedding, his Burial, and Smart.

12 To him that was slain,
The scorn'd Nazarene,
Be Glory, and Honour, let all say Amen.