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Marching on in the light of God




Marching on in the light of God,
Marching on, I am marching on;
Up the path that the Master trod,
Marching, marching on.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.



Marching on through the hosts of sin,
Marching on I am marching on;
Vict’ry’s mine while
I’ve Christ within,
Marching, marching on.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.



Marching on while the skeptics sneer,
Marching on, I am marching on;
Perfect love casteth out all fear,
Marching, marching on.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.



Marching on with the flag unfurled,
Marching on, I am marching on;
Preaching Christ to the dying world,
Marching, marching on.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.



Marching on in the light of God,
Marching on, I am marching on;
Up the path that the Master trod,
Marching, marching on.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.



A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.



Marching on while the skeptics sneer,
Marching on, I am marching on;
Perfect love casteth out all fear,
Marching, marching on.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.



Marching on with the flag unfurled,
Marching on, I am marching on;
Preaching Christ to the dying world,
Marching, marching on.

A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor’s palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.


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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 5 and refrain
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Is 2:5;
      MUSIC
      Name: MARCHING ON IN THE LIGHT
      Meter: .
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1883
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