Come, let us to the Lord our God, With contrite hearts we turn.
Our God is gracious, long-willing, The desolate, O Lord.
His voice commends the tempest forth, And distills the stormy.
Wave, and though his arm be strong to smite, Tis also strong to save.
Long hath the night of sorrow reigned, The dawn shall bring.
He hath light, gold shall appear, and we shall rise, With gladness in his sight.
As dew upon the tender earth,
As dew upon the tender earth,
Refusing fragrance round,
As shards that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground.
So shall his presence bless our souls,
And share the joyful light, That hallowed morn shall chase away,
The sorrows of the night.
