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 favorites of the heavenly King,
may speak their joys abroad.

The men of grace have found,
glory begun below.
celestial fruits on earthly ground
from faith and hope may grow.

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

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707

Music: St. Thomas (Williams), Vineyard Haven (with refrain)

Meter: SM

Website compiled by Steve Benner, 1999-2003.