1 Come, let us all unite to sing,
Let heav'n and earth their praises bring;
Let ev'ry soul from sin awake,
Each in his heart sweet music make,
2 How happy is our portion here!
His promises our spirits cheer;
He is our sun and shield by day,
Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay,
3 In glory we shall sing again,
Yes, this shall be our lofty strain,
While endless ages roll along,
In concert with the heav'nly throng,