Come, We That Love the Lord

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

The sorrows of the mind
Be banish’d from the place!
Religion never was design’d
To make our pleasures less.]

Verse 3

Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God,
But favourites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

Verse 4

[The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the stormy sky
And manages the seas.]

Verse 5

This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love,
He shall send down his heavenly powers
To carry us above.

Verse 6

There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There from the rivers of his grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

Verse 7

Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

Verse 8

[The men of grace have found
Glory begun below,
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.]

Verse 9

The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

Verse 10

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching thro’ Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.