We Come unto Our Fathers’ God

We come un­to our fa­thers’ God

Their rock is our sal­va­tion;

Th’eter­nal arms

their dear ab­ode

We make our ha­bi­ta­tion.

We bring Thee

Lord

the praise they brought

We seek Thee as Thy saints have sought

In ev­ery ge­ne­ra­tion.

The fire di­vine their steps that led

Still go­eth bright be­fore us;

The heav­en­ly shield around them spread

Is still high hold­en o’er us;

The grace those sin­ners that sub­dued

The strength those weak­lings that re­newed

Doth van­quish

doth re­store us.

The cleav­ing sins that brought them low

Are still our souls op­press­ing.

The tears that from their eyes did flow

Fall fast

our shame con­fess­ing;

As with Thee

Lord

pre­vailed their cry

So our strong pray­er as­cends on high

And bring­eth down Thy bless­ing.

Their joy un­to their Lord we bring

Their song to us des­cend­eth;

The Spir­it who in them did sing

To us His mu­sic lend­eth;

His song in them

in us

is one;

We raise it high

we send it on—

The song that nev­er end­eth.

Ye saints to come

take up the strain

The same sweet theme en­dea­vor;

Unbroken be the gold­en chain!

Keep on the song for­ev­er!

Safe in the same dear dwell­ing place

Rich with the same eter­nal grace

Bless the same bound­less giv­er.