Come Ye That Love the Lord (a.k.a. Marching to Zion)

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.

Chorus:
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,
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less,
To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But favorites of the heavenly King,
But favorites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad,
May speak their joys abroad.

The God that rules on high,
And thunders when He please,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
Who rides upon the stormy sky
And manages the seas,
And manages the seas.

This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love;
He will send down His heav’nly powers,
He will send down His heav’nly powers
To carry us above,
To carry us above.

There we shall see His face,
And never, never sin!
There, from the rivers of His grace,
There, from the rivers of His grace
Drink endless pleasures in,
Drink endless pleasures in.

Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create,
Should constant joys create.

The men of grace have found,
Glory begun below.
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow,
From faith and hope may grow.¹

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 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.