(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
/ And thus surround he throne
We're
marching to Zion / Beautiful, beautiful Zion / We're marching
upward to Zion / The
beautiful city of God
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 broad /
May speak their joys abroad
This
hill of Zion yields / A thousand sacred sweets / Before we reach
the heav'nly fields /
Before we reach the heav'nly fields / Or walk to the golden
streets / Or walk to the golden
streets
Then
let our songs abound / And ev'ry tear be dry / We're marching
through Emmanuel's
ground / We're marching through Emmanuel's ground / To faire
worlds on high / To fairer
worlds on hig
