Chrous

We're marching to Zion, Beauiful, beauiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God.

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching thro' Emmanuel's ground, We're marching thro' Emmanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. To fairer worlds on high.