We're Marching To Zion

by Isaac Watts

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.

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

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

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

Chorus

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