Come, ye that love the Lord

Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known,
Join in a song with sweet accord
While ye surround his throne.

The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from this place!
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God:
But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky
And calms the roaring seas.

This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love:
He will send down thy heavenly powers
To carry us above.

There we shall see thy face
And never, never sin!
There, from the rivers of thy grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
Should constant joys create.

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

Then let our songs abound
And every tear be dry:
We’re marching thro’ Emmanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.

Possible refrain

We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Notes: There appears to be many different versions of this hymn including additional stanzas and alternative words. appear to have a very long list of additional stanzas (, accessed 18 June 2017;

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707; refrain by Robert Lowry
Posted: 18 Jun 2017