We come unto our
fathers� God,
Their Rock is our
Salvation;
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 every generation.
The fire divine
their steps that led
Still goeth bright
before us;
The heavenly shield
around them spread
Is still high holden
o�er us;
The grace those
sinners that
subdued,
The strength those
weaklings that
renewed,
Doth vanquish, doth
restore us.
The cleaving sins
that brought them
low
Are still our souls
oppressing.
The tears that from
their eyes did flow
Fall fast, our shame
confessing;
As with Thee, Lord,
prevailed their cry,
So our strong prayer
ascends on high
And bringeth down
Thy blessing.
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.
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.