Come, O Come

COME, O come, in pious lays
Sound we God Almighty's praise;
Hither bring, in one consent,
Heart and voice and instrument:

Not a creature dumb be found,
That hath either voice or sound.
Let those things which do not live
In still music praises give.

Come, ye sons of human race,
In this chorus take your place;
And amid the mortal throng
Be ye masters of the song.