Fellowship Hall

Come, we 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.

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 know our God; But children of the heavenly King, But children of the heavenly King, May speak their joys abroad, May speak their joys abroad.

We're marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God.

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.

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 ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thru Immanuel's ground, We're marching thru Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high, To fairer worlds on high.