IW
Verse 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.
Verse 2
Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
Verse 3
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
Verse 4
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Verse 5
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Isaac Watts, “Come, We That Love the Lord”