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 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.