S. M. *Watts. Cheerful Worship. |
1 Come, ye who love the Lord! And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround His throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from this place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 The sons of God have found That heaven begins below: Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. 4 Then let our sorrows cease, And every tear be dry; We're travelling through the paths of peace To fairer worlds on high.
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