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

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Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King, But children of the heavenly King, Must speak their joys abroad. Must speak their joys abroad.

The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Or walk the golden streets.

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