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The Army and Navy Hymnal (1920)
edited by Henry Augustine Smith
Come, We Who Love the Lord by Isaac Watts
(St. Thomas by Aaron Williams)
1737679The Army and Navy Hymnal — Come, We Who Love the LordIsaac Watts
(St. Thomas by Aaron Williams)
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  1. Come, we who love the Lord,
    And let our joys be known;
    Join in a song of sweet acccord,
    And thus surrond the throne.
  2. Let those refuse to sing
    Who never knew our god;
    But children of the heav'nly King
    Should speak thier joys abroad
  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 Zion yields
    A thousand sacred sweets
    Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
    Or walk the golden streets.
  5. Then let our songs abound
    And every tear be dry;
    We're marching thro' Emanuael's ground
    To fairer worlds on high.
    Amen