Sunday, July 15, 2018

Joy Comes

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 worries of the mind
Will never satisfy
Salvation never was designed
God’s pleasure to deny

Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But favorites of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

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 heav'nly powers
To carry us above.

There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

Yes, and before we are changed
To that immortal state,
The future bliss that God arranged
Should constant joys create.

The men of grace have found
God’s Glory here below;
His presence is our holy ground
If faith and hope we know

Then let our songs be raised
And set our minds on high
We're blessed here, to Immanuel's praise
Till to fairer worlds we fly.

After Isaac Watts
Anthony Foster
July 14, 2018

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