1

O come, let us sing to the Lord:

come, let us ev’ry one

A joyful noise make to the Rock

of our salvation.

2

Let us before his presence come

with praise and thankful voice;

Let us sing psalms to him with grace,

and make a joyful noise.

3

For God, a great God, and great King,

above all gods he is.

4

Depths of the earth are in his hand,

the strength of hills is his.

5

To him the spacious sea belongs,

for he the same did make;

The dry land also from his hands

its form at first did take.

6

O come, and let us worship him,

let us bow down withal,

And on our knees before the Lord

our Maker let us fall.

7

For he’s our God, the people we

of his own pasture are,

And of his hand the sheep; to-day,

if ye his voice will hear,

8

Then harden not your hearts, as in

the provocation,

As in the desert, on the day

of the tentation:

9

When me your fathers tempt’d and prov’d,

and did my working see;

10

Ev’n for the space of forty years

this race hath grieved me.

I said, This people errs in heart,

my ways they do not know:

11

To whom I sware in wrath, that to

my rest they should not go.