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 heav'nly King
  
may speak their joys abroad.
3 The hill of Zion yields
  
a thousand sacred sweets
  
before we reach the heav'nly 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.
                        
Isaac Watts
                        
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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