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.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God;
But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
8 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' this present world
To fairer worlds on high.
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First Line: | Come, ye who love the Lord |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Life, Death, and a future State: The Hope of future Blessedness |