For worship, O come, let us worship, 0 126. O come, let us worship. 1 Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph, 2 Jesus, our Savior, for such condescension, Our praise and our reverence are an offering meet; Now is the word made flesh, and dwells among us: O come, let us worship at his feet. 3 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels, He gave thee, he took thee, and soon he'll re-store thee, Where death has no sting, since the Savior has died. sight up-on earth is so fair? Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead bo-dy com - pare: With 2 How blest is our brother, bereft 3 This earth is affected no more With sickness, nor shaken with -pain; The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again: No anger, henceforward, nor shame, Shall redden this innocent clay : 4 This languishing head is at rest, |