WE are marching home to Glory,
Marching up to mansions bright,
Where bright golden harps are playing,
Where the saints are robed in white.
There’s a golden harp in Glory,
There’s a spotless robe for you;
March with us to the hallelujah city,
To the land beyond the blue.
2 March to swell the heavenly chorus,
With departed friends to stay,
Sweetest notes of hallelujah music
On the golden harps to play.
3 March across death’s swelling river,
Jesus will the waves divide;
We shall have a hallelujah Heaven
When we reach the other side.
4 March to see the living fountains,
March to tread the golden street;
Every true salvation soldier
We shall up in Glory meet.
5 Sinners, join our happy Army,
March with us to Canaan’s shore;
Robes of white and harps of glory
May be yours for evermore.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #902