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.