Come ye that love the lord
And let your joys be known
Join in a song with sweet accord
And thus surround the throne
We’re matching to Zion
Beautiful, beautiful Zion
We’re matching upward to Zion
The beautiful city of God
Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God
But children of the heavenly king
May speak their joys abroad
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields
Or walk the golden streets
Then let our songs abound
And every tear be dry
We’re matching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high
