We're Marching to Zion

Come ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known, Join I a song with a sweet accord, And thus surround the throne,

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, Must speak their joys abroad.

The hill of Zion yields, A Thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heav"nly fields, Or walk the golden streets.

There we shall see His face, And never, never sin, There from the rivers of His grace, Drink endless pleasures.

Then let our songs abroad, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground' To fairer worlds on high.