1 We come unto our Savior God
with each past generation;
th’eternal arms, their dear abode,
we make our habitation.
We bring thee, Lord, the praise they brought;
we seek thee as thy saints have sought
in ev'ry generation.

2 Their joy unto their Lord we bring,
their song to us descendeth;
the Spirit who in them did sing
to us his music lendeth;
his song in them, in us, is one;
we raise it high, we send it on—
the song that never endeth.

3 Ye saints to come, take up the strain,
the same sweet theme endeavor;
unbroken be the golden chain!
Keep on the song forever!
Safe in the same dear dwelling place,
rich with the same eternal grace,
bless the same boundless giver!