1 Do you hear them coming, brother
Thronging up the steeps of light,
Clad in glorious shining garments —
Bloodwashed garments pure and white?
Refrain
'Tis a glorious Church without spot or wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.
'Tis a glorious Church, without spot of wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.
2 Do you hear the stirring anthems
Filling all the earth and sky?
'Tis a grand, victorious army.
Lift its banner up on high! Refrain
3 Never fear the clouds of sorrow;
Never fear the storms of sin.
We will triumph on the morrow;
Even now our joys begin. Refrain
