When the Saints Are Marching In

Thro’ the shin­ing gate

Where the an­gels wait

When the saints are march­ing in

The re­deemed shall come

And be crowned at home

When the saints are march­ing in.

When the saints are march­ing in

When the saints are march­ing in

Joyful songs of sal­va­tion thro’ the sky shall ring

When the saints are march­ing in.

Parted friends shall meet

On the gold­en street

When the saints are march­ing in

Spotless robes shall wear

Victor’s palms shall bear

When the saints are march­ing in.

Every tongue and race

Shall ex­tol God’s grace

When the saints are march­ing in

And the blood-washed throng

Shall re­peat the song

When the saints are march­ing in.

To the Lamb once slain

But who lives again

When the saints are march­ing in

We shall of­fer praise

Thro’ eter­nal days

When the saints are march­ing in.