- In the land of Galilee,
Look! what is it that we see?
Surely, something more than common is at hand;
Multitudes of people pass,
’Tis a mighty, moving mass,
Moved by pow’r that’s more than mortal to command. - Eighteen hundred years and more,
Land to land, from shore to shore,
With the King of glory always in the lead;
Through the fire and through the blood
Persecution’s awful flood
Thins their ranks, but still they onward do proceed. - Through the darkness, through the light,
Through twelve hundred years of night,
But the morning of the day doth now appear;
See the mighty blood-washed throng,
Marching on with shout and song,
The full day of final vict’ry draweth near. - Through the dark and cloudy day
They’re still marching on their way,
See their numbers are increasing more and more;
The three days and half are past,
Light sublime has come at last—
’Tis revealing that the cloudy day is o’er. - Now they’ve reached the evening light,
Clothed in robes of snowy white,
Still they’re marching on to certain victory;
Satan’s hosts they now defy,
“God has conquered!” hear them cry,
As they reach the borders of eternity.
Friday, 24 June 2016
Zion’s Onward March | H. R. Jeffrey
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