(Puritan Hymns)Come, We that Love the LordCome, we that love the Lord,And let our joys be known;Join in a song with sweet ac-cordAnd thus sur-round the throne.Let those re-fuse to singWho ne-ver knew our God;But chil-dren of the heaven-ly KingMay speak their joys a-broad.The men of grace have foundGlo-ry be-gun be-low;Ce-les-tial fruits on earth-ly groundFrom faith and hope may grow.The hill of Zi-on yieldsA thou-sand sa-cred sweetsBe-fore we reach the heaven-ly fields,Or walk the gold-en streets.Then let our songs a-boundAnd ev-ery tear be dry;We're marching through Em-man-uel's ground,To fair-er worlds on high.