O come, let us sing to the Lord,
In God our sal­va­tion re­joice;
In psalms of thanks­giv­ing re­cord
His praise with one spir­it, one voice:
For Je­ho­vah is king, and He reigns,
The God of all gods, on His throne,
The strength of the hills He main­tains,
The ends of the earth are His own.

The sea is Je­ho­vah’s—He made
The tide its do­min­ion to know;
The land is Je­ho­vah’s—He laid
Its sol­id foun­da­tions be­low;
O come let us wor­ship and kneel
Before our cre­at­or, our God;
The peo­ple who serve Him with zeal,
The flock whom He guides with His rod.

As Mos­es, the fa­thers of old
Through sea and the wil­der­ness led,
His won­der­ful works we be­hold,
With man­na from Heav­en are fed;
Today, let us heark­en, to­day,
To the voice that speaks from ab­ove,
And all His com­mand­ments ob­ey,
For all His com­mand­ments are love.

His wrath let us fear to pro­voke,
To dwell in His fa­vor unite;
His ser­vice is free­dom, His yoke
Is easy, His bur­den is light:
But oh! of re­bel-lion be-ware,
Re­bel-lion that hard-ens the breast,
Lest God in His an­ger should swear
That we shall not enter His rest.