SUNDAY WORSHIP MUSIC LYRICS

MAY 29, 2022

MARCHING TO ZION (GREATER THINGS)

Verse 1
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.

Refrain
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Verse 2
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.

Refrain
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Bridge
Greater things have yet to be done
Greater things are left to be done
In this city
Greater things have yet to be done
Greater things are left to be done
here

Verse 3
Then let our songs abound
and every 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.

Refrain
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Bridge
Greater things have yet to be done
Greater things are left to be done
In this city
Greater things have yet to be done
Greater things are left to be done
here

Refrain x2
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

 

 


NO LONGER SLAVES

[intro]

(verse 1)
You unravel me, with a melody
You surround me with a song
Of deliverance, from my enemies
Till all my fears have gone

(chorus)
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

(verse 2)
From my mother’s womb
You have chosen me
Love has called my name
I’ve been born again, into a family
Your blood flows through my veins

(chorus) x2
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

(Instrumental)

(Voice)
I am surrounded
By the arms of the Father
I am surrounded
By songs of deliverance
We’ve been be liberated
From our bondage
We’re the sons and the daughters
Let us sing our freedom
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

(bridge) x2
You split the sea
So I could walk right through it
My fears were drowned in perfect love
You rescued me
so I could stand and sing
I am child of God

(Tag) x4
I am child of God, yes I am
I am child of God

(chorus)
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

 

ARLINGTON

Musical Introduction

Verse 1
I never thought that this is where I’d settle
down,
I thought I’d die an old man back in my
hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and
some other men, for a job well done,

Verse 2
There’s a big white house sits on a hill
just up the road, The man inside he cried
the day they brought me home, They
folded up a flag and told my mom and
dad, “We’re proud of your son.”

Chorus
And I’m proud to be on this peaceful
piece of property, I’m on sacred ground
and I’m in the best of company, I’m
thankful for those thankful for the things
I’ve done,
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen
ones, I made it to Arlington

Verse 3
I remember daddy brought me here
when I was eight, We searched all day to
find out where my granddad lay, And
when we finally found that cross,
He said, “Son, this is what it cost to keep
us free.”

Verse 4
Now here I am,
A thousand stones away from him,
He recognized me on the first day I came
in,
And it gave me a chill when he clicked
his heels, and saluted me.

Chorus
And I’m proud to be on this peaceful
piece of property, I’m on sacred ground
and I’m in the best of company, I’m
thankful for those thankful for the things
I’ve done,
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen
ones, I made it to Arlington

Bridge
And every time I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home
to us

Instrumental

Chorus
We’re thankful for those thankful for the
things we’ve done, We can rest in peace,
’cause we are the chosen ones, We
made it to Arlington,
yeah dust to dust,
Don’t cry for us— We made it to Arlington