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 upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God: But children of the heav'nly King, But children of the heav'nly King, May speak their joys abroad, May speak their joys abroad. The hill 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. Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground, We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high, To fairer worlds on high.Już bracie, siostro Hvilken Herlig Dag Co činí Bůh, vždy správné jest За грешных нас Сенин Евине Гелдик Ei laulamasta lakkaa Rabbim beni tanıyor Будьте совершенны, как Он свят, Vigyél el a városba Senza Te
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