A Glorious Church

Do you hear them com­ing

bro­ther

Thronging up the steeps of light

Clad in glo­ri­ous shin­ing gar­ments

Blood washed

gar­ments pure and white?

’Tis a glo­ri­ous church with­out spot or wrin­kle

Washed in the blood of the Lamb;

’Tis a glo­ri­ous church with­out spot or wrin­kle

Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Do you hear the stir­ring an­thems

Filling all the earth and sky

’Tis a grand

vic­tor­ious ar­my

Lift its ban­ner up on high!

Never fear the clouds of sor­row

Never fear the storms of sin.

We shall tri­umph on the mor­row

Even now our joys be­gin.

Wave the ban­ner

shout His prais­es

For our vic­to­ry is nigh!

We shall join our con­qu’ring Sav­ior

We shall reign with Him on high!