With Joy We Come And Gladly Sing

With joy we come and gladly sing
In praise of our Redeemer, King,
Who kindly watches o’er our ways,
And maketh glad our youthful days.

We come, we come with thanks and praise,
To Him who gives the harvest days.

With joy we come for Him to stand,
Who crowns with plenty our fair land;
Who sends the dew and gentle rain,
That brings the yield from hill and plain. [Refrain]

We come, we come to Him our King,
From whom our yearly blessings spring,
And offer up our grateful praise,
In words of thanks and joyful lays. [Refrain]