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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Words by Isaac Watts