A Mighty League of Prayer

1 In the love that knows no waning, in the blessedness of peace,
The white-wing'd dove of mercy spreads her pinions o'er the seas,
And dauntless hope advancing throws her banner to the breeze,
For God is marching on.

Chorus:
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
For God is marching on.

2 Oh! by the widow's groaning, and the orphan's bitter tear,
And the tide of desolation that blighteth everywhere,
In the name of God we stand as one—a mighty league of prayer!
For God is marching on. [Chorus]

3 We bring no hatred in our souls, no fetters in our hands,
But in the all-resistless power that only love commands;
We lift our eyes, and wait to see what faith in God demands,
For God is marching on. [Chorus]

4 In vain the spoiler, hand in hand, in proud defiance calls,
We answer back his hate with peace, and march around his walls,
Till, at the trumpet-blast of God, the mighty fortress falls,
For God is marching on. [Chorus]

5 Then shout the tidings glorious—a glad and tireless band,
A league of faith to sweep away this evil from the land;
Hear the thunders of our legions rolling back from strand to strand,
For God is marching on. [Chorus]

Source: Rescue Songs: words and music with standard selections #125