By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
      And let your joys be known;
      Join in a song with sweet accord,
      While ye surround his throne:
      Let those refuse to sing
      Who never knew our God;
      But servants of the heavenly King
      May speak their joys abroad.

      2 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 his heavenly powers,
      To carry us above.

      3 There we shall see his face,
      And never, never sin;
      There, from the rivers of his grace,
      Drink endless pleasures in:
      Yea, and before we rise
      To that immortal state,
      The thoughts of such amazing bliss
      Should constant joys create.

      4 The men of grace have found
      Glory begun below;
      Celestial fruit on earthly ground
      From faith and hope may grow:
      Then let our songs abound,
      And every tear be dry;
      We are marching through Immanuel's grounds
      To fairer worlds on high.