1 We are marching, we are marching to our home on high,
Tenting nightly, ‘neath the starry sky,
By the Savior’s side,
Fearing never, and forever
With Him we abide.
2 Marching daily, marching daily with a joyful song,
Tenting nightly, we’re a happy throng;
Flags wave o’er us;
In a chorus
Oft our voices blend;
Never lonely; Jesus only
Is our guide and friend.
3 Marching bravely, marching bravely, while the sun is bright,
Tenting nightly, when there is no light;
Home is nearer,
Christ is dearer
Than the day before;
He is near us; He will cheer us
Till our march is o’er.