Come, ye who love the Lord
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Come, ye who love the Lord,And let your joys be known;Join in a song of sweet accord;And thus surround the throne.
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Let those refuse to singWho never knew our God;But children of the heavenly KingMay speak their joys abroad.
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The hill of Zion yieldsA thousand sacred sweetsBefore we reach the heavenly fields,Or walk the golden streets.
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Then let our songs abound,And every tear be dry;We 're marching through Immanuel's ground,To fairer worlds on high.