We're Marching to Zion



Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord, (x2)
And thus surround the throne. (x2)

We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav’nly King (x2)
May speak their joys abroad. (x2)


The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav’nly fields, (x2)
Or walk the golden streets. (x2)


Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground (x2)
To fairer worlds on high. (x2)

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