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 children of the heavenly king
may speak their joys abroad.

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 thro’ Emmanuel’s ground,
to fairer worlds on high. Amen.