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.
Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King,
But children of the heavenly 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 through Immanuel's ground,
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high,
To fairer worlds on high.
'Cause we're marching on to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.
The beautiful city of God.
The beautiful city.
Yes, we're marching on to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.
Yes, we're marching on to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.
Choir: Sharon Mennonite Bible Institute Singers | Words: Issac Watts | Tune: St. Thomas | Composer: Robert Lowry