Classic Poem

Come, O come with exultation,
From your hearts your voices swell
To the strength of our salvation;
To the Lord your transport tell.

Let us congregate before him,
And his awful presence hail;
And with joyful psalms adore him
As we kneel before the veil.

For the Lord our God tremendous,
Great beyond conception tow'rs;
His dominion is stupendous
Far o'er other thrones and pow'rs.

All the regions and recesses
Of this earth are in his hand,
And each hill his strength confesses,
Heap'd aloft upon the land.

Ocean is his creature, rolling
Waves on waves which foam and roar,
And his hands, the floods controuling,
Laid the glebe, and rais'd the shore.

Come, O come with Christian union
Let us these our frames abase,
And approach to his communion
Kneeling, falling on our face.

For he is our Lord and master,
We the people of his choice;
He's a most indulgent pastor
To the sheep that know his voice.

Rule your hearts through self-denial,
Let my word attention win,
Nor behave as at your trial
In the wilderness of Sin;

When your sires, my spirit grieving,
Seeking after signs, rebell'd,
And were restiff, disbelieving
What their very eyes beheld;

Forty years my grace was thwarted
By this impious race I said;
From the words which I exhorted,
From my ways their hearts have stray'd.

Unto whom I pass'd my sentence,
That they should remain unbless'd;
Yet through faith and true repentance
They shall come into my rest.