417. S. M. Watts. 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.
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