Come, Shout Aloud The Fathers Grace

Come, shout aloud the Father's grace,

And sing the Savior's love;

Soon shall you join the glorious theme,

In loftier strains above.

God, the eternal, mighty God,

To dearer names descends;

Calls you His treasure and His joy,

His children and His friends.

My Father, God! and may these lips

Pronounce a name so dear?

Not thus could Heaven's sweet harmony

Delight my listening ear.

Thanks to my God for every gift

His bounteous hands bestow;

And thanks eternal for that love

Whence all those comforts flow.