Hark, the sound of com­ing le­gions,
O how joy­ful is the sound,
’Tis the child­ren’s ar­my march­ing,
On the Mas­ter’s er­rands bound.
See their fac­es all are glowing
With the joy­ous light of youth
As they’re march­ing, on­ward march­ing
For the cause of Right and Truth.

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Hark, the tramp of com­ing le­gions,
O how joy­ful is the sound,
’Tis the child­ren’s ar­my march­ing,
On the Mas­ter’s er­rands bound.

Hark, the tramp of com­ing legions,
Hosts of Sa­tan now must quail,
They must scat­ter in con­fu­sion
When this army shall pre­vail.
At the sum­mons of the Mas­ter,
See the child­ren fall in line,
Marching on with glad en­dea­vor,
Trusting in the help di­vine.

Refrain

Hark, the tramp of com­ing le­gions,
Marching on­ward mill­ions strong,
They shall sure­ly be vic­to­ri­ous
O’er the hosts of sin and wrong.
Ever loy­al to the Mas­ter,
Strong their hearts shall be and brave,
Till the Gos­pel’s glo­ri­ous ban­ner
Over all the world shall wave.

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