Come, All Ye People, Bless Our God

Come, all ye people, bless our God,

And tell His glorious praise abroad,

Who holds our souls in life,

Who never lets our feet be moved

And, though our faith He oft has proved,

Upholds us in the strife.

We come with offerings to His house,

And here we pay the solemn vows,

We uttered in distress;

To Him our all we dedicate,

To Him we wholly consecrate

The lives His mercies bless.

Come, hear, all ye that fear the Lord,

While I with grateful heart record

What God has done for me;

I cried to Him in deep distress,

And now His wondrous grace I bless,

For He has set me free.

The Lord, who turns away the plea

Of those who love iniquity,

Has answered my request;

He has not turned away my prayer,

His grace and love He makes me share;

His Name be ever blest.