Come, Let Us All, with Fervor

Come

let us all

with fer­vor

On whom Heav’n’s mer­cies shine

To our su­preme pre­serv­er

In tune­ful prais­es join.

Another year is gone;

Of which the ten­der mer­cies

(Each pi­ous heart re­hears­es)

Demand a grate­ful song.

Tell o’er

with true de­vo­tion

The won­ders of His grace:

Let no pol­lut­ing no­tion

Our gra­ti­tude de­face.

But still re­mem­ber well

That this year’s re­no­va­tion

Renews our ob­li­ga­tion

To fight ’gainst sin and hell.

His grace is still pre­serv­ing

Our peace in church and state;

His love is nev­er swerv­ing

In spite of Sa­tan’s hate.

Dispensed with op­en hand

His bless­ings on this na­tion

Still ward off de­so­la­tion

And save a sin­ful land.

’Tis His etern­al kind­ness

That spares us from the rod.

Tho’ long our willful blindness

Has sore pro­voked our God

To pour His ven­geance down;

Yet still His grace pro­vides us

And still His mer­cy hides us

From His own dread­ful frown.

The source of all com­pass­ion

Pities our fee­ble frame

When

turn­ing from trans­gress­ion

We come in Je­sus’ name

Before His ho­ly face;

Then ev­ery sin­ful mo­tion

Is cast in­to the ocean

Of nev­er-fail­ing grace.

To Christ our peace is ow­ing:

Through Him Thou art ap­peased.

Through Him Thy love’s still flow­ing:

O! wilt Thou then be pleased

Through Christ Thy grace to send

In all its strength and beau­ty

To keep us in our du­ty

’Till these frail days shall end.