O Come, Loud Anthems Let Us Sing,
Loud Thanks To Our Almighty King;
For We Our Voices High Should Raise,
When Our Salvation’s Rock We Praise.

Into His Presence Let Us Haste,
To Thank Him For His Favors Past;
To Him Address, In Joyful Songs,
The Praise That To His Name Belongs.

The Depths Of Earth Are In His Hand,
Her Secret Wealth At His Command;
The Strength Of Hills That Reach The Skies,
Subjected To His Empire Lies.

O Let Us To His Courts Repair,
And Bow With Adoration There;
Down On Our Knees, Devoutly All,
Before The Lord, Our Maker, Fall.