1. Come, we who 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 servants of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3. The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring sea.
|First Line:||Come, we who love the Lord|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Source:||Arr. Southern Harmony, 1835|