Thro’ the shining gate,
Where the angels wait,
When the saints are marching in,
The redeemed shall come,
And be crowned at home,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
Parted friends shall meet,
On the golden street,
When the saints are marching in,
Spotless robes shall wear,
Victor’s palms shall bear,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
Ev’ry tongue and race
Shall extol God’s grace,
When the saints are marching in,
And the blood-washed throng
Shall repeat the song,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
“To the Lamb once slain,
But Who lives again,”
When the saints are marching in,
We shall offer praise
Thro’ eternal days,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
Oh, what a Joyful Day that will be, Shepherd-Lord! We Shall Sing to You Forever, O God, to our Savior Who Died for us. Glory, and Praises, and Honor, and Power, with Forever-Thanksgiving, we will Worship our King! Let Every Voice of Every King's Lamb Offer Sweet Praise to our Ever-Worthy One!
We Love You, Abba-Father, as we Pray in Your Son's Dear Name, amen.
Jer 15:16 Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart: for I am called by thy name, O LORD God of hosts.