417. S. M. Watts.
Heavenly Joy on Earth.
1Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place!
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
4The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.