1 Soldiers in the army of the King of kings,
We will hold his banner high,
Waiting for the orders our Commander brings—
Then we’ll answer “Here am I.”
Chorus:
marching, marching, marching, like a rush of wings,
Hear the tramp of willing feet;
Forward at the call of the King of kings,
They shall never know retreat.
2 We are camping in the valley here awhile,
In green pastures bright and fair,
But we have our armor on, both rank and file,
Ready now to do and dare. [Chorus]
3 Well we know the battlefield lies just ahead,
Where the war-cry loudly rings;
Onward, we will join the host, to vict’ry led
By our glorious King of kings. [Chorus]
Source: Sunday School Voices, No.2 #77