Come We That Love the Lord

Come, we that love the Lord
And let our joys be known
Join in a song, with sweet accord
And thus surround the throne

The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less

Let those refuse to sing
That never knew ur God
But children of the heavn'ly King
May speak their joys abroad

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hop may grow

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavn'ly hill
Or walk the golden streets

Then let our songs abound
And ev'ry tear be dry
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high