O come, and let us worship him, let us bow down withal, And on our knees before the Lord our Maker let us fall.
Know that the Lord is God indeed; Without our aid he did us make: We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take.
O come, let us sing to the Lord: come, let us ev'ry one A joyful noise make to the Rock of our salvation.
They in the wilderness that dwell bow down before him must; And they that are his enemies shall lick the very dust.
Let Isr'el in his Maker joy, and to him praises sing: Let all that Sion's children are be joyful in their King.
Thou mad'st and fashion'dst me: thy laws to know give wisdom, Lord.
For thou possessed hast my reins, and thou hast cover'd me, When I within my mother's womb inclosed was by thee.