Come, let us to the Lord our God
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Come, let us to the Lord our GodWith contrite hearts return;Our God is gracious, nor will leaveThe desolate to mourn.
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His voice commands the tempest forth,And stills the stormy wave;His arm, though it be strong to smite,Is also strong to save.
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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.
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As dew upon the tender herb,Diffusing fragrance round;As showers that usher in the spring,And cheer the thirsty ground;
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So shall his presence bless our souls,And shed a joyful light;That hallowed morn shall chase awayThe sorrows of the night.