Were Marching To The Promised Land A H


We’re marching to the promised land,
A happy pilgrim band;
Thro’ clouds and storms we press our way,
With foes on ev’ry hand.

Chorus:
We’re marching, marching
To the land of endless day,
We’re marching, marching
Up the narrow way.

We’re marching to the promised land,
Where crowns and glories wait;
The faithful soldier soon shall pass,
Within the golden gate. [Chorus]

We’re marching to the promised land,
As victors over sin;
The mighty pow’r of Christ, our King,
Ensures our entrance in. [Chorus]