Sunday Hymn: We're Marching to Zion

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with 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.

The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.

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Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

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The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

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

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

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Words: Isaac Watts (Refrain: Robert Lowry)
Music: Robert Lowry