O come all ye saints, in glo­ri­ous dress,
Arrayed in His love, and His right­eous­ness.
Come sing in His pre­sence, come speak of His grace
He’s stand­ing among us, be­hold His dear face.

With hearts rea­dy tuned, our voic­es en­twine
Together we’ll sing His prais­es di­vine.
Lift high the great chor­us, yea sound it abroad
To Je­sus our Sav­iour, om­ni­po­tent God.

O glad is the soul and joy­ful the heart,
That cen­ters the thoughts, so none can de­part,
From wor­ship­ing Je­sus, from prais­ing His name
This then is that ri­ver, and this is His fame.

Bless ye then the Lord, who serve day and night,
Who stand in His house, a won­der­ful sight
Where ser­aphs are bow­ing, where an­gels at­tend,
The seat of His mer­cy, where prais­es all blend.

Say Yes to His praise, and Yes for His love
Speak oft­en of peace that comes from above.
Call mer­cy, a ri­ver, watch grace flow­ing through
This glo­rio­us sal­va­tion, says this is for you.

Our theme then shall be to wor­ship the Lord
In spir­it to sing the truth of His word
Come join in our prais­es, the an­thems pro­long
For Je­sus is com­ing, that day won’t be long.