First Line: | The hill of Zion yields |
Composer: | Brown |
Meter: | S.M. |
Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 84k] [Wide Gif 84k] |
Printable Page Scan (1 of 2): | [Gif 84k] [Wide Gif 84k] |
Printable Page Scan (2 of 2): | [Gif 84k] [Wide Gif 84k] |
Midi: | [midi] |
1. The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Then let your songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.