We're Marching to Zion > MIDI | Isaac Watts / Robert Lowry

We're Marching to Zion Isaac Watts, pub.1707 ref. by Robert Lowry, 1867 Copyright: Public Domain Main subject: Joy Scripture: Jeremiah 31:6 Marching to Zion [.xml] Robert Lowry, 1867 Copyright: Public Domain Key: G Meter: 6.6.8.8.6.6 R Learn about playing music formats... view Scorch sheet music [.sib] view PDF sheet music [.pdf] stop midi [.mid]	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. Open in ♫ Music Player. 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.

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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.