- Come, we that love the Lord,
 And let our joys be known;
 Join in a song with sweet accord,
 Join in a song with sweet accord,
 And thus surround the throne,
 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.
- Let those refuse to sing 
 Who never knew our God;
 But children of the heav’nly King,
 But children of the heav’nly King
 May speak their joys abroad,
 May speak their joys abroad.
- The hill of Zion yields 
 A thousand sacred sweets
 Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
 Before we reach the heav’nly fields
 Or walk the golden streets,
 Or walk the golden streets.
- Then let our songs abound 
 And ev’ry tear be dry;
 We’re marching thru Immanuel’s ground,
 We’re marching thru Immanuel’s ground
 To fairer worlds on high,
 To fairer worlds on high.

 
 