Come, O Come, In Pious Lays

Come, O come, in pious lays Sound we God’s Almighty’s praise; Hither bring, in one consent, Heart and voice and instrument; Nor a creature dumb be found, That hath either voice or sound.

Let those things which do not live In still music praises give.

Come, ye sons of human race, In this chorus take you place; And amid the mortal throng Be ye masters of the song. Let, in praise of God, the sound Run a never-ending round.

That our song of praise may be Everlasting, as is He.

So, from heaven on earth He shall Let His gracious blessings fall; And this huge wide orb we see Shall one choir, one temple be; That our song may over-climb All the bounds of place and time.

And ascend from sphere to sphere To the great Almighty’s ear.