Come, Let Us Join a Joyful Tune

Come

let us join a joy­ful tune

To our ex­alt­ed Lord

Ye saints on high around His throne

And we around His board.

While once upon this low­er ground

Weary and faint ye stood

What dear re­fresh­ments here ye found

From this im­mor­tal food!

The tree of life

that near the throne

In Heav’n’s high gar­den grows

Laden with grace

bends gent­ly down

Its ev­er smil­ing boughs.

Hovering amongst the leaves there stands

The sweet ce­le­sti­al Dove;

And Je­sus on the branch­es hangs

The ban­ner of His love.

’Tis a young Heav’n of strange de­light

While in his shade we sit;

His fruit is pleas­ing to the sight

And to the taste as sweet.

New life it spreads through dy­ing hearts

And cheers the droop­ing mind;

Vigor and joy the juice im­parts

Without a sting be­hind.

Now let the flam­ing wea­pon stand

And guard all Ed­en’s trees;

There’s ne’er a plant in all that land

That bears such fruits as these.

Infinite grace our souls ad­ore

Whose won­drous hand has made

This liv­ing branch of sov­er­eign pow­er

To raise and heal the dead.