#422Marching to Zion

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Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
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Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
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The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly 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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Chorus

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

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