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On the mountain top
of vision what a glory we behold!
Eighteen hundred years of victory
are tinging earth with gold;
For the saints are overcoming
with their testimony bold,
The truth is marching on.
For the glory of the Father
Jesus taught in Galilee,
And He preached the great salvation
that delivers you and me;
And a million voices shout it out,
“Redemption’s full and free,”
The truth is marching on.
Eighteen hundred years of marching,
eighteen hundred years of song,
While the Conqueror advances—
lo, the time will not be long:
He shall soon appear in glory
and shall overthrow the wrong,
Our God is marching on.
Precious knowledge is increasing,
evening light begins to glow,
With the trump of full salvation
many running to and fro;
And the song of glory echoes,
“Christ has washed us white as snow,”
All glory to His name!
On the blissful heights
of glory we will shout the battle o’er,
And in the golden city
we will join the Conqueror,
And when the war is over,
with the saints forevermore
We’ll crown Him with all praise.
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