The heav’ly host are all astir,

The angels take up their harps

The saints all set with their voices

To join the glorious worship

Our God’s day of rest has now come

It is a most glorious day

Heav'n is fill’d with joyful noises

How delightful their worship.

Let us join with the heav’nly throng

To praise God, He is our King

Let us cleanse and prepare our hearts

And sing with holy voices

Ours can only be a foretaste

Of their rest in heav’n above

Until we see the Lord our God

Whom we worship face to face.

And until then, let us go on

Worshipping on the Lords day

Let's set aside our anxious cares

Invoke His presence ‘midst us

He has commanded so to do

His blessings He will bestow

Let us serve Him without fainting

He will surely reward us.