|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
Come, we that love the LORD,, Stanza 1
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Come, we that love the LORD,, Stanza 9
Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching thru Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Come, we that love the LORD,, Stanza 10