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.

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.

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.

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.