Hymn 19.
S. M.
“Come, ye who love the Lord.”
Come, ye who love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God,
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 Children of grace have found
Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly grounds
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
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