With one con­sent, let all the earth
To God their cheer­ful voic­es raise;
Glad hom­age pay with aw­ful mirth,
And sing be­fore Him songs of praise.

Convinced that He is God alone,
From whom both we and all pro­ceed;
We, whom He choos­es for His own,
The flock that He vouch­safes to feed.

O en­ter, then, His tem­ple gate,
Thence to His courts de­vout­ly press,
And still your grate­ful hymns re­peat,
And still His name with prais­es bless.

For He’s the Lord, su­preme­ly good;
His mer­cy is for­ev­er sure;
His truth, which al­ways firm­ly stood,
To end­less ag­es shall en­dure.