Heavenly Joy on Earth.
1 Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place!
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.