1 Come Ye that fear Jehovah,
Ye saints, your voices raise;
Come, stand in awe before Him,
And sing His glorious praise.
Ye 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 kingdom, power, and glory
Belong to Him alone;
He ruleth o'er 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.
