Verse:1
Come, ye that love the Lord
And let your joys be known.
Join in a song with sweet accord
And thus surround the throne.

Chorus:
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Verse:2
Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
Must speak their joys abroad.

Verse:3
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

Verse:4
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.