1 Let us sing, for we have reason;
Let us join with those above;
Praise is never out of season;
Let us praise the God of love;
We have cause, indeed, to sing,
Jesus is our glorious King.

2 When we reach the full enjoyment
Of the state where sorrows end;
Praise will be our sweet employment,
We shall praise the sinner’s friend;
Him who washed us with His blood,
Saved, and brought us nigh to God.

3 But how diff’rent then our praises
From the thanks we render now!
Well our coldness may amaze us,
When we think how much we owe;
But no coldness will remain
When that glorious state we gain.

4 Yet our Lord accepts our praises,
Offered while we sojourn here;
He on whom th’archangel gazes
With delight and holy fear,
Hears His people when they sing,
And accepts the praise they bring.