COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
The God that rules on high, And thunders when He please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas . . .
This awesome God is ours, Our Father and our love; He shall send down His heavenly powers To carry us above.
And here—before we rise To that immortal state— The thought of such a world of bliss Should constant joy create.
God’s saints have ever found Glory begun below: That heavenly fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow!
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748