marching on in the light of god

Marching on in the light of God,

marching on, I‟m marching on;

up the path that the Master trod,

marching, marching on.




A robe of white, a crown of gold,

a harp, a home, a mansion fair,

a victor‟s palm, a joy untold,

are mine when I get there.

For Jesus is my Saviour, He‟s washed my sins away,

paid my debt on Calvary‟s mountain;

happy in His dying love, singing all the day,

I‟m living, yes, I‟m living in the fountain.




Marching on through the hosts of sin,

victory‟s mine while I‟ve Christ within.




Marching on while the worldlings sneer,

perfect love casteth out all fear.




Marching on in the Spirit‟s might,

more than conqueror in every fight.




Marching on to the realms above,

there to sing of redeeming love.