Onward march, all-conquering Jesus, Gird Thee on Thy mighty sword; Sinful earth can ne’er oppose Thee; Hell itself quails at Thy Word. Thy great Name is so exalted, Every foe shrinks back in fear; Terror creeps through all creation, When it knows that Thou art near.
Free my soul from sin’s foul bondage; Hasten now the glorious dawn; Break proud Babel’s gates in sunder; Let the massive bolts be drawn. Forth, like ocean’s heaving surges, Bring in myriads ransomed slaves, Host on host, with shouts of triumph, Endless, countless as the waves.
Even today I hear sweet music, Praises of a blood-freed throng; Full deliverance, glorious freedom, Are their themes for endless song; Whiter than the snow their raiment, Victor palms they wave on hight, As they pass, with fullest glory, Into life’s felicity.
How my raptured soul rejoices That the jubilee is near; Every word will be accomplished Spoken by our Savior here. North and South, in countless myriads, From earth’s darkest ends they come’ With the dance and gladsome music, Into heaven’s eternal home.
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