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| Come Ye That Love The Lord |
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| Come ye that love the Lord |
| And let your 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 |
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| We’re marching to Zion |
| Beautiful, beautiful Zion |
| We’re marching upward to Zion |
| The beautiful city of God. |
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| Let those refuse to sing |
| Who never knew our God; |
| But Children of the heav’nly King (2) |
| May speak their joys abroad (2) |
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| The hill of Zion yields |
| A thousand sacred sweets, |
| Before we reach the heav’nly fields (2) |
| Or walk the golden streets (2) |
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| Then let our songs abound, |
| And ev’ry tear be dry; |
| We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground (2) |
| To fairer worlds on high (2) |
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