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
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav'nly fields
Or walk the golden streets.
4 Then let our songs abound
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching thru Emmanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
|First Line:||Come, we that love the Lord|
|Title:||Come, We That Love the Lord|
|Author:||Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|
|Topic:||Worship of God|