1 O come, loud anthems let us sing;
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.

2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favours past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.

3 For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is, with unrival'd glory, great;
A King, superiour, far, to all,
Whom by his title, God, we call.

4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.

5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss,
By the same sov'reign right is his:
'Tis mov'd by his almighty hand,
Who form'd and fix'd the solid land.

6 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees, devoutly, all,
Before the Lord, our maker, fall.