1. Come, we that 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 children of the heav'nly King
may speak their joys abroad.
3. The hill of Zion yields
a thousand sacred sweets
before we reach the heav'nly fields,
or walk the golden streets.
4. Then let our songs abound,
and ev'ry tear be dry;
we're marching through Emmanuel's ground
to fairer worlds on high.
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