1 Come, let us to the God of love
with contrite hearts return:
our God is gracious, nor will leave
the desolate to mourn.

2 God's voice commands the tempest forth,
and stills the stormy wave;
and though God's arm be strong to smite,
'tis also strong to save.

3 Long has the night of sorrow reigned;
the dawn shall bring us light;
God shall appear, and we shall rise
with gladness at that sight.

4 As dew upon the tender herb
diffusing fragrance round,
as showers that usher in the spring
and cheer the thirsty ground,

5 so shall God's presence bless our souls
and shed a joyful light;
that hallowed morn shall chase away
the sorrows of the night.