Marching Marching Jesus Leading Onward

Marching, marching, Jesus leading onward,
To the land that knows no sin;
Where the angels fill the air with singing,
While the saved march in.

When the Master shall assemble his loved and own;
When the ransomed gather around the crystal throne;
When the saved meet freely to know as they are known;
With the blood-bought company I’ll be there.

Marching, marching, joyfully each moment,
Praising Christ by day or night;
Praising him who guides my footsteps ever,
To the land of light. [Refrain]

Marching, marching, on the way to glory,
To a city built on high;
In his presence, where there is no sadness,
I’ll rest by and by. [Refrain]