| Come, we that love the Lord
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| And let our joys be known;
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| Join in a song with sweet accord
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| Join in a song with sweet accord
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| And thus surround the throne
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| And thus surround the throne
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| We’re marching to Zion
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| Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
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| We’re marching upward to Zion
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| The beautiful city of God
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| The sorrows of the mind
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| Be banished from the place;
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| Religion never was designed
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| Religion never was designed
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| To make our pleasures less
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| To make our pleasures less
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| Let those refuse to sing
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| Who never knew our God;
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| But favorites of the heavenly King
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| But favorites of the heavenly King
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| May speak their joys abroad
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| May speak their joys abroad
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| The God that rules on high
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| And thunders when He please
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| Who rides upon the stormy sky
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| Who rides upon the stormy sky
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| And manages the seas
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| And manages the seas
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| This awful God is ours
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| Our Father and our Love;
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| He will send down his heav’nly powers
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| He will send down his heav’nly powers
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| To carry us above
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| To carry us above
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| There we shall see His face
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| And never, never sin!
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| There, from the rivers of His grace
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| There, from the rivers of His grace
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| Drink endless pleasures in
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| Drink endless pleasures in
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| Yea, and before we rise
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| To that immortal state
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| The thoughts of such amazing bliss
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| The thoughts of such amazing bliss
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| Should constant joys create
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| Should constant joys create
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| The men of grace have found
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| Glory begun below
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| Celestial fruits on earthly ground
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| Celestial fruits on earthly ground
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| From faith and hope may grow
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| From faith and hope may grow
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| The hill of Zion yields
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| A thousand sacred sweets
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| Before we reach the heav’nly fields
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| Before we reach the heav’nly fields
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| Or walk the golden streets
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| Or walk the golden streets
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| Then let our songs abound
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| And every tear be dry;
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| We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
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| We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
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| To fairer worlds on high
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| To fairer worlds on high |