Glorious Church, A

Do you hear them coming, brother,

Thronging up the steeps of light,

Clad in glorious shining garments,

Blood washed, garments pure and white?

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'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!

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Never fear the clouds of sorrow,

Never fear the storms of sin.

We shall triumph on the morrow,

Even now our joys begin.

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Wave the banner, shout His praises,

For our victory is nigh!

We shall join our conqu'ring Savior,

We shall reign with Him on high!

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