67. Come We That Love The Lord

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.

CHORUS
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
(heavenly 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 abroad,
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,
Or walk the golden streets.

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