2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home!
Lord! by thy mercy hither we come;
Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam,
Keep us in thy fear;
Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine,
Now cause thy face upon us to shine;
Grant that our hearts may be truly thine
All the coming year.
Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee
Once more we hail with sweet melody,