We are marching toward that city, in the great trend of mind. We see our
friends gathering from over the ranges, stepping by the hours of time.
We are ascending the heights from the rivers, Lord plant our feet in thy
Zion.
In the spirit in which we are calling, so shall the answer be. Each
deed and day shall be answered, as our souls cry to thee. We are moving
in the light of your spirit; Lord, plant our feet in thy Zion.
Lord, let us pay for our ways, in the days of our time. For unto life we
shall gather from over the ranges, proven by the powers of mind. Let us
ascend the heights from the rivers; Lord, plant our feet in thy Zion.
Soon our sorrows are ended, soon our woes shall cease. Our days for us
shall be brighter on through the ages, ascending the hills of peace.
Lord, shall we arise beyond these sorrows? Lord, plant our feet in thy
Zion.
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