We are march ...ing to a city On the hill ... of Zion fair ; With its beauty and its splendour, There's no other can compare : . . . Soon with all . . . the ransomed army, In their pure . . . and bright array, We shall gather in the morning, Where the shadows flee away. . . .
2. By the martyrs and apostles, And the holy men of old, Will the story of redemption Through eternal years be told : We shall hear and join the chorus In that realm of endless day, When we gather in the morning, Where the shadows flee away.
3. There are voices we remember, There are friends we dearly love ; We shall meet them at the portals Of that city built above : And our Saviour's " Come, ye blessed ! All our trials will repay, " When we gather in the morning, Where the shadows flee away.