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Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known,
Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
We’re marching to zion, Beautiful, beautiful zion;
We’re marching upward to zion, The beautiful city of God.
2 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King, Must speak their joys abroad.
3 The hill of zion yields, A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.