1 Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
(Refrain) We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion.
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.
2 Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad. (Refrain)
3 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.(Refrain)
4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.(Refrain)
