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We're Marching To Zion
Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known, Chorus Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; Chorus The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Chorus Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; Chorus We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
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