1 Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill o Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Emmanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
