Come, ye that love the Lord, <br />And let your joys be known; <br />Join in a song with sweet accord, <br />While ye surround his throne: <br />Let those refuse to sing <br />Who never knew our God; <br />But servants of the heavenly King <br />May speak their joys abroad. <br /> <br />The God that rules on high, <br />That all the earth surveys <br />That rides upon the stormy sky, <br />And calms the roaring seas- <br />This awful God is ours, <br />Our Father and our love; <br />He will send down his heavenly powers, <br />To carry us above. <br /> <br />There we shall see his face, <br />And never, never sin; <br />There, from the rivers of his grace, <br />Drink endless pleasures in: <br />Yea, and before we rise <br />To that immortal state, <br />The thoughts of such amazing bliss <br />Should constant joys create. <br /> <br />The men of grace have found <br />Glory begun below; <br />Celestial fruit on earthly ground <br />From faith and hope may grow: <br />Then let our songs abound, <br />And every tear be dry; <br />We are marching through Immanuel's grounds <br />To fairer worlds on high.<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xii-come-ye-that-love-the-lord-2/
