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.

Let those refuse to sing,
who never knew our God;
But children of the Heav'nly King
may speak their joys abroad.

The hill of Zion yields
a thousand sacred sweets,
before we reach the heav'nly fields
or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,
and every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
to fairer worlds on high.