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 The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from the place! Religion never was design'd To make our pleasures less.]
3 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God, But favourites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky And manages the seas.]
5 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our love, He shall send down his heavenly powers To carry us above.
6 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There from the rivers of his grace Drink endless pleasures in.
7 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create.
8 [The men of grace have found Glory begun below, Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.]
9 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
10 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.