Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your 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.
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 Who never knew our God ; But children of the heavenly King, Must speak their joys abroad.
3. The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
4. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.