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.
