“Whom having not seen, ye love” 1 Pet.1: 8
1 Come, ye 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.
Chorus
We’re matching 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 jays 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