Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in His song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne!
Though they refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
We, children of the heav'nly King,
Will voice our joys abroad!
People of grace have found,
God's glory here below;
Most heav'nly fruit on earthly ground,
Through faith and hope do grow!
So let our songs abound,
And every tear be dried;
We're marching through Emmanuel's Land,
And fairer worlds on high!
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