1 Come, all ye people, bless our God
And tell His glorious praise abroad,
Who holds our souls in life;
Who never lets our feet be moved
And, though our faith He oft has proved,
Upholds us in the strife.
2 We come with offerings to His house,
And here we pay the solemn vows
We uttered in distress;
To Him our all we dedicate,
To Him we wholly consecrate
The lives His mercies bless.
3 Come, hear, all ye that fear the Lord,
While I with grateful heart record
What God has done for me;
I cried to Him in deep distress,
And now His wondrous grace I bless,
For He has set me free.
4 The Lord, Who turns away the plea
Of those who love iniquity,
Has answered my request;
He has not turned away my prayer,
His grace and love He makes me share;
His Name be ever blest.
