O Hear Them Marching, Marching

O hear them march­ing

march­ing

The le­gions of good will

The men of peace who seek not

To bomb and maim and kill;

They march not to their con­quest

With bat­tle flags un­furled;

But with their gen­tle spir­it

They shall sub­due the world.

Through all the blood­stained ag­es

Their num­bers have in­creased

The spir­it strug­gling up­ward

To ov­er­come the beast;

The meek who shall in­her­it

And rule the war­ring earth

With pa­tient faith are bring­ing

The new re­gime to birth.

The men of war op­pose them

And seek to bar the way

The pow­ers of dark­ness striv­ing

To thwart the com­ing day;

But

led by un­seen forces

Their hosts are march­ing still

To build for fu­ture ages

The king­dom of good will.

A migh­ty cap­tain leads them

The val­iant Prince of Peace;

They shall pos­sess the fu­ture

And an­cient wrongs shall cease;

O men of good will

march­ing

To blood­less vic­to­ry

We join your hosts in build­ing

The king­dom that shall be.