1 Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord
While ye surround his throne;
Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God,
But soldiers of the heavenly King
Must speak their joys abroad.
2 There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in;
Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow;
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
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First Line: | Come, ye that love the Lord |
Author: | Isaac Watts (1674-1748) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The gospel: Witness |