KenH
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A hymn written by Isaac Watts. (in short meter)
Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
"Heavenly Joy on Earth"
1. 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 banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
3. Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4. The God that rules on high,
And thunders when He please,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas;
5. This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love;
He shall send down His heav’nly pow'rs
To carry us above.
6. There we shall see His face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of His grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
7. Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
8. The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
9. The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk on golden streets.
10. Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
"Heavenly Joy on Earth"
1. 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 banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
3. Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4. The God that rules on high,
And thunders when He please,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas;
5. This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love;
He shall send down His heav’nly pow'rs
To carry us above.
6. There we shall see His face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of His grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
7. Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
8. The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
9. The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk on golden streets.
10. Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
