Marching to Canaan

We’re an ar­my all en­rolled

Of many mill­ions strong;

All look on with won­der as

We stea­dy swing along;

Cheer each oth­er as we go

With this tri­umph­ant song

As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

March on! march on!

We sing the ju­bi­lee!

March on! march on!

The grace that makes us free;

Following our cap­tain

Christ

Whose guid­ing eye we see

As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Hosts of dark­ness trem­ble as

Our ban­ners are un­furled;

See the Li­on of Ju­dah

who

Is bound to take the world;

Kings against His right to reign

Shall from their seats be hurled

As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Come along

ye co­horts strong

We’re one in this cam­paign—

One in Him whose sign we bear

Who bore our guilt and shame;

Palms of vic­to­ry bought for all

Who bear that won­drous name

As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

We are har­nessed for the war

The Spir­it’s sword we wield;

See

a dy­ing Lamb

em­bossed

Upon faith’s am­ple shield;

Breastplate of a per­fect love

Which scorns to sin to yield

As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Soon the war will have its end

And then this con­quer­ing host

Answering the last roll call

Upon that peace­ful coast

Each re­ceives a vic­tor’s crown

Of which we sang the boast

As we were march­ing to Ca­naan.

See the grand re­view above

Along that gold­en street

Host be­low

and host above

Triumphant shout­ing meet;

Comrades once so missed be­low

Each other joy­ous greet

As when once march­ing to Canaan.