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[The hill of Zion yields]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let your songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.