Come, Praise the Lord

Come praise the Lord

ex­alt His name

Our Sav­ior and our king;

’Tis meet we should His love pro­claim

And hal­le­lujah sing.

The theme is high

the work is sweet;

Your harps for con­cert string;

’Tis bless­èd thus in love to meet

And hal­le­lu­jah sing.

How great

how pre­cious is His name!

How poor the praise we bring!

His peo­ple still should own His claim

And hal­le­lu­jah sing.

Sustained by faith

and up­ward borne

As if on ea­gle’s wing

We praise our Lord

for­get to mourn

And hal­lel­ujah sing.

A day will come

its dawn we greet

When Heav’n it­self shall ring;

When all the saints with joy shall meet

And hal­le­lu­jah sing.