1. tCome let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.

2. tHis voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
And though His arm be strong to smite,
'Tis also strong to save.

3. tLong 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. tOur 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. tAs dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground,

6. tSo shall His presence bless our souls
And shed a joyful light;
That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.