What joy there is in coming

1. What joy there is in coming 
to God’s own courts so fair, 
where faithful souls are blooming 
like lilies in His care! 
They raise their chalices tender 
for Heav’n’s refreshing dew, 
//: ’mid blessings God doth render 
they life and strength renew :// 

2. How beautiful the union 
of souls redeemed and free, 
who hold with God communion 
in faith and purity! 
While songs of praise are filling 
their sacred place of rest, 
//: who then can be unwilling 
to join their circle blest? :// 

3. Come, see the Lord’s salvation 
and taste His love sincere; 
come, pray without cessation, 
watch with His people here. 
Outside, the world makes merry, 
unhappy ’mid its toys, 
//: but in God’s sanctuary 
the soul finds heav’nly joys :// 

4. May ne’er my footsteps falter 
tow’rd night away from day; 
my light shines from God’s altar, 
my Sun I’ll seek alway. 
Here in His presence glorious 
it is so good to be— 
//: let here my soul victorious 
its tabernacle see ://