Come, we who love the Lord, / And let our joys be known; / Join in a song with sweet accord, / And thus surround the throne.

Let those refuse to sing / Who never knew our God; / But children of the heav’nly King / May speak their joys abroad.

Then let our songs abound, / And ev’ry tear be dry; / We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground / To fairer worlds on high.