You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
At a recent staff lunch, after a season of prayer, about 40 of the gathered staff—without instrumental accompaniment—sang ...
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 upward to Zion,
the beautiful city of God.
Let those refuse to sing
who never knew our God;
but children of the heavenly King,
but children of the heavenly King
may speak their joys abroad,
may speak their joys abroad.
(“We’re Marching to Zion”; Text: Isaac Watts, refrain by Robert Lowry)