COME, LET US TO THE LORD

with contrite hearts return:

our God is gracious, nor will leave

the desolate to mourn.

His voice commands the tempest forth,

and stills the stormy wave;

and though His arm be strong to smite,

„This also strong to save.

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.

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.

As dew upon the tender herb,

diffusing fragrance round;

as showers that usher in the spring,

and cheer the thirsty ground:

So shall His presence bless our souls,

and shed a joyful light:

that hallowed morn shall chase away

the sorrows of the night