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1. Wir, die im Herrn uns freu'n,
und zeugen laut davon,
wir stimmen alle fröhlich ein,
in's Lied vor Gottes Thron.
Wir wallen nach Zion!
Herrliches, herrliches Zion!
Wir wallen empor nach Zion,
der herrlichen Stadt uns'res Herrn
2. Mag schweigen vor dem Herrn,
wer nicht sich völlig freut,
doch Gottes Kinder preisen gern,
den Vater weit und breit.
3. Durch Zions Mauern schallt
schon jetzt im sel'gen Klang,
noch eh' man dort im Himmel wallt,
der seinen Lobgesang.
4. Dort tönt in höh'rem Chor
das ewige Jubellied,
wann man durch Zions Perlenthor,
und gold'ne Gassen zieht.
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1. Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our 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.
The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3.
Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
5.
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
6.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
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