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