Marching to Zion

Come, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;

Join in a song with sweet accord,

Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne,

And thus surround the throne.

Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God;

But children of the heavenly King,

But children of the heavenly King,

May speak their joys abroad,

May speak their joys abroad.

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Before we reach the heavenly fields

Or walk the golden streets,

Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,

To fairer worlds on high,

To fairer worlds on high.