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    COME, we that love the Lord,
   And let our 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      Let those refuse to sing
    That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
    Must speak their joys abroad.
4      The hill of Zion yields
    A stream of joys untold,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
    Or walk the streets of gold.
5      Then let our songs abound,
    And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
    To fairer worlds on high.
6      There shall we see His face
    And never, never sin;
There from the rivers of His grace
    Drink endless pleasures in.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748