1 Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our 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 heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of 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 ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
