“We’re marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion. We’re marching upward to Zion, the beautiful city of God.”

“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. The hills of Zion yields, a thousand sacred sweets, before we reach the heav’nly fields, before we reach the heav’nly fields, or walk the golden streets, or walk the golden streets. Yes, we’re marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion, we’re marching upward to Zion, the beautiful city of God.”