Marching To Zion - Amy Grant

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

The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from the place;

Religion never was designed

Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less

To make our pleasures less

Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God;

But favorites of the heavenly King

But favorites of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad

May speak their joys abroad

The God that rules on high

And thunders when He please

Who rides upon the stormy sky

Who rides upon the stormy sky

And manages the seas

And manages the seas

This awful God is ours

Our Father and our Love;

He will send down his heav’nly powers

He will send down his heav’nly powers

To carry us above

To carry us above

There we shall see His face

And never, never sin!

There, from the rivers of His grace

There, from the rivers of His grace

Drink endless pleasures in

Drink endless pleasures in

Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state

The thoughts of such amazing bliss

The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create

Should constant joys create

The men of grace have found

Glory begun below

Celestial fruits on earthly ground

Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow

From faith and hope may grow

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets

Before we reach the heav’nly fields

Before we reach the heav’nly fields

Or walk the golden streets

Or walk the golden streets

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