Onward march, all conquering Jesus

1 Onward march, all conqu'ring Jesus,
Gird Thee on Thy mighty sword;
Sinful earth can ne'er oppose Thee;
Hell itself must dread Thy Word.
Thy great Name is so exalted.
Ev'ry foe shrinks back in fear;
Rev'rence steals thru all creation
When it knows that Thou art near.

2 Free my soul from sin's foul bondage;
Hasten now the glorious dawn;
Break proud Babel's gates in sunder;
Let the massive bolts be drawn.
Forth, like ocean's heaving surges,
Bring in myriad ransomed slaves,
Host on host, with shouts of triumph,
Endless, countless as the waves.

3 E'en today I hear sweet music,
Praises of a blood-freed throng;
Full deliv'rance, glorious freedom,
Are there themes for endless song;
Whiter than the snow their raiment,
Victor palms they wave on high,
As they pass, with fullest glory,
Into life's felicity.

4 How my raptured soul rejoices
For Thy reign in ev'ry sphere;
Ev'ry word will be accomplished
Spoken by our Saviour here.
North and South, in countless myriads,
From earth's darkest ends they come,
With abounding joy and music,
Into heav'n's eternal home.

Source: Hymns of the Church #272