701
S. M.
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.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from this place!
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From hope and faith may grow.
5 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
6 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching o’er this hallowed ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Watts.