Come be­fore Je­ho­vah
With a joy­ful song,
Give praise, give praise!
Lift your voice in glad­ness,
Sweet and clear and strong,
Your an­them raise.
Cast your bur­den from you—
All your load of sin;
Know God’s love around you
And His peace with­in;
Come be­fore Je­ho­vah
With a joy­ful song,
Give praise, give praise.

Feel you not the glad­ness
In this world of ours?
’Tis here, ’tis here!
See you not the beau­ty
Of the bloom­ing flow’rs,
The chang­ing year?
God His gifts has boun­ti­ful­ly
Round you spread,
You have but to take them;
Mourner, lift your head;
Feel you not the glad­ness
In this world of ours?
’Tis here, ’tis here!

Chant no wail of sor­row,
Leave the mi­nor key;
Be glad, be glad!
Sing God’s grace and good­ness,
Let your spir­it be
In bright­ness clad.
And your song shall echo
Down the trou­bled years,
Easing some­one’s heart­ache,
Drying some­one’s tears;
Chant no wail of sor­row,
Leave the mi­nor key;
Be glad, be glad!