Program of the International Centennial Celebration and Conventions: Hymn 14.

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J. H. Garrison, ed. Program of the International Centennial
Celebration and Conventions of the Disciples of Christ (1909)

Score of Hymn 14: Come, We That Love the Lord by Isaac Watts

1 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.

CHORUS
We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion,
We're marching upwards to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

2 Let those that refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King,
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad,
May speak their joys abroad.

3 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.

4 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.

Isaac Watts

[CCP 126-127]

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J. H. Garrison, ed. Program of the International Centennial
Celebration and Conventions of the Disciples of Christ (1909)

1	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.

	CHORUS We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion, We're marching upwards to Zion, The beautiful city of God.

2	Let those that refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King, But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad, May speak their joys abroad.

3	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.

4	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.
Isaac Watts