Come, let our voic­es join to raise
A sac­red song of so­lemn praise;
God is a so­ve­reign king; re­hearse
His hon­ors in ex­alt­ed verse.

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

Come, let us hear His voice to­day,
The coun­sels of His love ob­ey;
Nor let our hard­ened hearts re­new
The sins and plagues that Is­ra­el knew.

Israel, that saw His works of grace,
Yet tempt their mak­er to His face;
A faith­less, un­be­liev­ing brood,
That tired the pa­tience of their God.

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.

Look back, my soul, with ho­ly dread,
And view those an­cient rebels dead;
Attend the of­fered grace to­day,
Nor lose the bless­ing by de­lay.

Seize the kind pro­mise while it waits,
And march to Zi­on’s heav’n­ly gates:
Believe, and take the pro­mised rest;
Obey, and be for ev­er blest.