Difference between revisions of "Come, Ye That Love the Lord"
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==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840]]== | ==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840]]== | ||
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Latest revision as of 01:49, 15 April 2023
Also seen as Come, We That Love the Lord in some newer texts.
Tunes
- St. Thomas, by Aaron Williams (1731–1776)
Lyrics
- Poet: Isaac Watts (1674–1748)
- Copyright: Public Domain
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840
Hymn 28
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 mighty 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're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
