GRH 358 Come, We That Love the Lord

(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.
Rejoice, His grace is free,
Rejoice, His grace is free,
His grace is free to ev’ry one,
Rejoice, His grace is free.

(2)
Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But children of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
Rejoice, His grace is free,
Rejoice, His grace is free,
His grace is free to ev’ry one,
Rejoice, His grace is free.

(3)
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
Rejoice, His grace is free,
Rejoice, His grace is free,
His grace is free to ev’ry one,
Rejoice, His grace is free,

(4)
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Rejoice, His grace is free,
Rejoice, His grace is free,
His grace is free to ev’ry one,
Rejoice, His grace is free.

(5)
Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry,
We’re marching thro’ Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
Rejoice, His grace is free,
Rejoice, His grace is free,
His grace is free to ev’ry one,
Rejoice, His grace is free.