| Song | Come We That Love The Lord |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Robert Lowry |
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| Tags | Come We That Love The Lord |
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Come, We That Love The Lord,
And Let Our Joys Be Known;
Join In A Song With Sweet Accord,
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 That Refuse To Sing,
Who Never Knew Our God;
But Children Of The Heavenly King,
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 God, Who Rules On High,
Who All The Earth Surveys,
Who Rides Upon The Stormy Sky,
And Calms The Roaring Seas.
We’re Marching To Zion,
Beautiful, Beautiful Zion;
We’re Marching Upward To Zion,
The Beautiful City Of God.
This Awful God Is Ours,
Our Father And Our Love;
He Will Send Down His Heavenly Powers,
To Carry Us Above.
We’re Marching To Zion,
Beautiful, Beautiful Zion;
We’re Marching Upward To Zion,
The Beautiful City Of God.
There We Shall See His Face,
And Never, Never Sin!
There, From The Rivers Of His Grace,
Drink Endless Pleasures In.
We’re Marching To Zion,
Beautiful, Beautiful Zion;
We’re Marching Upward To Zion,
The Beautiful City Of God.
Yea, And Before We Rise,
To That Immortal State,
The Thoughts Of Such Amazing Bliss,
Should Constant Joys Create.
We’re Marching To Zion,
Beautiful, Beautiful Zion;
We’re Marching Upward To Zion,
The Beautiful City Of God.
The Men Of Grace Have Found,
Glory Begun Below.
Celestial Fruit On Earthly Ground
From Faith And Hope May Grow.
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,
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 Every Tear Be Dry;
We’re Marching Through Emmanuel’s Ground,
To Fairer Worlds On High.
We’re Marching To Zion,
Beautiful, Beautiful Zion;
We’re Marching Upward To Zion,
The Beautiful City Of God.
