#184: A Glorious Church

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

1

Do you hear the coming, brother?

Thronging up the steeps of light,

Clad in glorious shining  garments,

Blood-washed garments pure and white.

CHORUS

‘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.

2

Do you hear the stirring anthems

Filling all the earth and sky?

‘Tis a grand, victorious army —

Lift its banner up on high?

CHORUS

3

Never fear the clouds of sorrow,

Never fear the storms of sin;

We shall triumph on the morrow —

Even now our joys begin.

CHORUS

4

Wave the banner, shout His praises,

For our victory is nigh!

We shall join our conq’ring Savior,

We shall reign with Him on high!

CHORUS