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 thro' Immanuel's ground, 
	To fairer worlds on high.