1 Come, all who fear the Lord God,
O saints, your voices raise.
Come, stand in awe before him
and sing his glorious praise.
You lowly and afflicted
who on his word rely,
your heart shall live forever;
the Lord will satisfy.
2 All kindreds of the nations
to Christ the Lord shall turn.
Through earth's remotest regions
his altar fires shall burn.
All kingdoms, power, and glory
belong to him alone.
He rules o'er all the nations;
kings bow before his throne.
3 Both high and low shall worship,
both strong and weak shall bend.
A faithful church shall serve him
till generations end.
His praise shall be recounted
to nations yet to be.
The triumphs of his justice
a newborn world shall see.
