1 Come, let our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise:
God is a sov'reign king; rehearse
His honor in exalted verse.

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who fram'd our natures with his word,
He is our shepherd; we the sheep
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.

3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,
The counsels of his love obey,
Nor let our harden'd hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Israel knew.

4 Israel, that saw his works of grace,
Yet tempt their maker to his face;
A faithless, unbelieving brood,
That tir'd the patience of their God.

5 Thus saith the Lord, "How false they prove!
"Forget my power, abuse my love;
"Since they despise my rest, I swear,
"Their feet shall never enter there."

[6 Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead;
Attend the offer'd grace to-day,
Nor lose the blessings by delay.

7 Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion’s heavenly gates;
Believe, and take the promis'd rest;
Obey, and be forever bless'd.]