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?

'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;

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

conquering Savior,

We shall reign with Him

on high!

'Tis a glorious church

And I am a member,

Washed in the blood

of the Lamb;

'Tis a glorious church

And I am a member,

Washed in the blood

of the Lamb;

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