Marching to Glory

The hymn “Marching to Glory” below is from The Minstrel of Zion (by Hunter and Wakefield), p. 55, originally with sixteen stanzas.

Our kindred dear to heaven have gone: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

They landed safe—we’ll follow on: to meet our friends in glory.

Chorus:

We’re marching to glory! (We’re marching to glory)

We’re marching to glory! To meet our friends in glory!

We’re on our way to paradise, to meet our friends in glory.

Like us they had their cares and fears: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

Like us they shed affliction’s tears: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

Safe housed in their eternal home: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

They wait till we with songs shall come: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

How happy they, from sorrow free: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

And such our happiness shall be: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

What harps of gold they all employ: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

Such harps our hands shall strike with joy: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

What notes divine are on their tongues: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

And raise with them our rapturous songs: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

Though rough the way ‘twill soon be past: We’ll meet our friends in glory.

And share their blissful home at last: We’ll meet our friends in glory.