Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #476: Come, We That Love The Lord

Hymn #475 Hymn #477

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476 (S.M.) Isaac Watts

Come, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;

Join in a song, with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne.


We're marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We're marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from the place;

Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God;

But children of the heavn'ly King

May speak their joys abroad.

The men of grace have found

Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow.

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets

Before we reach the heav'nly hill,

Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

Hymn #475 Hymn #477