Marchin' on up,
Marchin' to the city of God,
Marchin' on up,
To the city of God,
We're marchin' on up,
Why don't you come along?
Marchin' on up.

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.

We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching on 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.

We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching on upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets,
Or walk the golden streets,
Marchin' on up,
Marchin' to the city of God,
Marchin' on up,
Children, we must let our songs abound
'til ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high,
To fairer worlds on high.

We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching on upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

We're goin' marchin', marchin', marchin' up to Zion,
Beautiful city of God.
Marchin' on up,
Marchin' up to Zion,
I'm gonna walk on streets of gold,
Marchin' on up,
Oh, yeah,
Marchin' on up,
Oh, my Lord,
Marchin' on up,
Up to the city of God
I'm gonna marchin',
Up to the city,
I'm marchin' on up!