To Leave The World Below March Upward Wi

TO leave the world below,
March upward with our band,
And step by step we mean to go
To Zion’s happy land.

We’re marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching onward to Zion, that beautiful city of God.

The city we shall see,
The heavenly music hear,
Marching to songs of victory,
With all the Army there.

The pearly gates are wide,
The streets are bright and fair;
We’ll march together, side by side,
Till safely landed there.

Beside the crystal stream,
Led on by Zion’s King,
We’ll swell the great salvation theme
And songs of victory sing.

With blood and fire unfurled
We march to victory grand;
The Army means to lead the world
To Zion’s happy land.