Come, shout aloud the Fa­ther’s grace,
And sing the Sav­ior’s love;
Soon shall you join the glo­ri­ous theme,
In lof­ti­er strains ab­ove.

God, the eter­nal, migh­ty God,
To dear­er names des­cends;
Calls you His trea­sure and His joy,
His child­ren and His friends.

My Fa­ther, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could Heav’n’s sweet har­mo­ny
Delight my list­en­ing ear.

Thanks to my God for ev­ery gift
His bount­eous hands be­stow;
And thanks eter­nal for that love
Whence all those com­forts flow.