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 heavenly King
may speak their joys abroad.

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

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