To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe.
To bear with unbearable sorrow,
To run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong,
To love pure and chaste from afar,
To try when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star.
This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.
To fight for the right, without question or pause.
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause.
And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest,
That my heart will be peaceful and calm, when I'm laid to my rest.
And the world, will be better for this,
That one man scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable star.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory, glory Hallelujah,
Glory, glory Hallelujah,
Glory, glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.