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.
Come fathers and mothers
Come sisters and brothers
Come join us in singing the praises of Zion.
O fathers don't you feel determined
To be within the walls of Zion?
We'll shout and go round the walls of Zion.
Yes, we're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.
We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
Come mothers and fathers,
Come sisters and brothers,
Come join us in singing the praise
The praises of Zion!