(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
Do you hear the coming, brother?
Thronging up the steeps of light,
Clad in glorious shining garments,
Blood-washed garments pure and white.
‘Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb;
‘Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle;
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.
Do you hear the stirring anthems
Filling all the earth and sky?
‘Tis a grand, victorious army —
Lift its banner up on high?
Never fear the clouds of sorrow,
Never fear the storms of sin;
We shall triumph on the morrow —
Even now our joys begin.
Wave the banner, shout His praises,
For our victory is nigh!
We shall join our conq’ring Savior,
We shall reign with Him on high!