I. Watts

S.M.Ref.

COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your 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.

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 heavenly King,

But children of the heavenly King,

Must speak their joys abroad,

Must speak their joys abroad.

3

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets,

Or walk the golden streets.

4

Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry,

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,

To fairer worlds on high,

To fairer worlds on high.