Come, We that Love the Lord

1.Come, we that love the Lord, And let our 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 heav'nly King, May speak their joys abroad.

3.The hill of Zion yields, A thousand sacred sweets

Before we reach the heav'nly 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.