Come, you that love the Lord indeed,

Who are from sin and bondage freed,

Submit to all the ways of God,

And walk the narrow, happy road.

CHORUS.

We’re all united heart and hand,

Joined in one band completely;

We’re marching through Immanuel’s land,

Where waters flow most sweetly.

2 Great tribulation you shall meet,

But soon shall walk the golden street;

Though hell may rage and vent its spite,

Yet Christ will save his heart’s delight.

3 That happy day will soon appear

When Michael’s trumpet you shall hear

Sound through the earth—yea, down to hell,

And call the nations, great and small.

4 Behold the righteous marching home,

And all the angels bid them come,

While Christ the Judge these words proclaims,

“Here come my saints—I own their names!”

5 “You everlasting gates, fly wide,

Make ready to receive my bride;

You harps of heaven, now sound aloud,

Here come the ransomed by my blood!”

6 In grandeur see the royal line,

In glittering robes the sun outshine!

See saints and angels join in one,

And march in splendor to the throne.

7 They stand, and wonder, and look on:

They join in one eternal song,

Their great Redeemer to admire,

While rapture sets their souls on fire.