Come, ye that love the Lord, br And let your joys be known; br Join in a song with sweet accord, br While ye surround his throne: br Let those refuse to sing br Who never knew our God; br But servants of the heavenly King br May speak their joys abroad. br br The God that rules on high, br That all the earth surveys br That rides upon the stormy sky, br And calms the roaring seas- br This awful God is ours, br Our Father and our love; br He will send down his heavenly powers, br To carry us above. br br There we shall see his face, br And never, never sin; br There, from the rivers of his grace, br Drink endless pleasures in: br Yea, and before we rise br To that immortal state, br The thoughts of such amazing bliss br Should constant joys create. br br The men of grace have found br Glory begun below; br Celestial fruit on earthly ground br From faith and hope may grow: br Then let our songs abound, br And every tear be dry; br We are marching through Immanuel's grounds br To fairer worlds on high.