We’re Marching to Zion Isaac Watts, pub.1707 ref. by Robert Lowry, 1867 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Joy, Zion Scripture: Jeremiah 31:6 Marching to Zion [.xml] Robert Lowry, 1867 copyright status is Public Domain Key: G Meter: 6.6.8.8.6.6 R Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. Refrain: We’re marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We’re marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; But children of the heav’nly King May speak their joys abroad. The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heav’nly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 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

Isaac Watts, pub.1707
ref. by Robert Lowry, 1867

Subjects: Joy, Zion

Marching to Zion [.xml]

Key: G

Meter: 6.6.8.8.6.6 R

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Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
- Refrain:
  We’re marching to Zion,
  Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
  We’re marching upward to Zion,
  The beautiful city of God.
The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.