Songs

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound

		
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			S.M.Ref.

1	Come, ye that love the Lord,
	And let your 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.

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

3	The men of grace have found,
	Glory begun below.
	Celestial fruit on earthly ground
	From faith and hope may grow.

4	The hill of Zion yields
	A thousand sacred sweets,
	Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
	Or walk the golden streets.

5	There we shall see His face,
	And never, never sin!
	There, from the rivers of His grace,
	Drink endless pleasures in.

6	Then let our songs abound,
	And every tear be dry;
	We're marching through Immanuel’s ground
	To fairer worlds on high.

					I.Watts