Lo, They Come, the Victors

Lo

they come

the vic­tors!

Banners are all furled;

For the cross of Je­sus

Conquered has the world.

Marching home in tri­umph

Crowd the migh­ty throng

One their thorn-crowned lead­er

One their vic­tor song.

In the high­est glo­ry

He from Heav­en came;

Mighty to de­li­ver

Shout aloud His name.

They have washed their rai­ment

Shining

snowy white;

Clothed are they with glo­ry

As the sons of light.

Theirs the scars of bat­tle

When the fight was on;

Theirs the shout of tri­umph

Now the day is won.

Up the steeps they’re throng­ing

To ce­les­ti­al heights;

Ah

what joys await them

What su­preme de­lights!

Theirs the wed­ding ban­quet

For re­fresh­ment spread;

Like great seas the chor­us

By their voic­es sped.

To the Cap­tain’s roll call

All make an­swer

Here!

Blessèd of My Fa­ther

In His name draw near.

This the pur­chased king­dom

This the vic­tor song;

The eter­nal chor­us;

Pour its tide along.