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.