A Glorious Church
- Do you hear them coming, brother?
Thronging up the steeps of light,
Clad in glorious shining garments
Bloodwashed garments pure and white.
- Do you hear the stirring anthems
Filling all the earth and sky?
'Tis a grand, victorious army
Lift its banner up on high!
- Never fear the clouds of sorrow
Never fear the storms of sin;
We shall triumph on the morrow
Even now our joys begin.
- Wave the banner, shout His praises,
For our victory is nigh!
We shall join our conq'ring Savior,
We shall reign with Him on high!
'Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle
Washed in the blood of the Lamb;
'Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.