1. Come, ye that love the Lord,

Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known Join in a song with sweet accord, (x2) And thus surround the throne, (2)

Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King (2) Must speak their joys abroad (2)

The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, (2) Or walk the golden streets

Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground (2) To fairer worlds on high (2)