Marching Home

We are march­ing home­ward with the blest

To that bright

bright world above;

Where our friends are gone and are at rest

In that world of light and love.

Marching home

march­ing home;

We are march­ing home­ward with the blest.

Marching home

march­ing home;

We are march­ing home to rest.

Jesus stands and beck­ons to us now

As we fal­ter on the way;

He will save us

if to Him we bow

Who rules both night and day.

Our dear Sav­ior has pre­pared the way

Where we all who will may come;

If we serve Him tru­ly day by day

He at last will bring us home.