We're Marching To Zion

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.

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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

Religion nev­er was de­signed,

To make our plea­sures less,

To make our plea­sures less.

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Let those re­fuse to sing,

Who nev­er knew our God;

But fa­vo­rites of the heav’n­ly King,

But fa­vo­rites of the heav’n­ly King

May speak their joys abroad,

May speak their joys abroad.

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The God that rules on high,

And thun­ders when He please,

Who rides up­on the stor­my sky,

Who rides up­on the stor­my sky,

And man­ages the seas,

And man­ages the seas.

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This aw­ful God is ours,

Our Fa­ther and our Love;

He will send down His heav’n­ly pow­ers,

He will send down His heav’n­ly pow­ers,

To car­ry us ab­ove,

To car­ry us ab­ove.

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There we shall see His face,

And nev­er, nev­er sin!

There, from the riv­ers of His grace,

There, from the riv­ers of His grace,

Drink end­less plea­sures in,

Drink end­less plea­sures in.

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Yea, and be­fore we rise,

To that im­mor­tal state,

The thoughts of such amaz­ing bliss,

The thoughts of such amaz­ing bliss,

Should con­stant joys cre­ate,

Should con­stant joys create.

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The men of grace have found,

Glory be­gun be­low.

Celestial fruits on earth­ly ground

Celestial fruits on earth­ly ground

From faith and hope may grow,

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,

Before we reach the heav’n­ly fields,

Or walk the gold­en streets,

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,

We’re march­ing through Im­ma­nu­el’s ground,

To fair­er worlds on high,

To fair­er worlds on high.

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