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 broad / May speak their joys abroad
This hill of Zion yields / A thousand sacred sweets / Before we reach the heav’nly fields /
Before we reach the heav’nly fields / Or walk to the golden streets / Or walk to the golden
streets
Then let our songs abound / And ev’ry tear be dry / We’re marching through Emmanuel’s
ground / We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground / To faire worlds on high / To fairer
worlds on hig