Come,
that love the Lord,
and let our joys be known,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
Join in a song with sweet ac cord,
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.
Then let our
songs abound,
and every tear be dry.
We're marching through Em
manuel's throng
We're marching through
Em manuel's throng
To fairer worlds on high
To fairer worlds on high
We're marching to Zion
Beautiful, beautiful Zion
We're marching upward to Zion,
the beautiful city of God.
We're marching to Zion,
beautiful, beautiful Zion
We're marching upward to Zion,
the beautiful city of God
We're marching to Zion,
beautiful, beautiful Zion
We're marching upward to Zion,
the beautiful city of God
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marchin' in
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Lord, I wanna be in that number
When the saints go marchin' in
Oh, when they crown Him Lord of Lords
Oh, when they crown Him Lord of Lords
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When they crown me as Lord of
all
We're marching to Zion,
beautiful, beautiful Zion
We're marching up to Zion,
the beautiful city of God
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in