1 Do you hear them coming, brother?
Thronging up the steeps of light,
Clad in glorious shining garments,
Blood-washed 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 shall triumph on the morrow—
Even now our joys begin. [Refrain]

4 Wave the banner, shout His praises,
Four our victory is nigh!
We shall join our conqu'ring Savior,
We shall reign with Him on high! [Refrain]