Lo, they come, the vic­tors!
Banners are all furled;
For the cross of Je­sus
Conquered has the world.
Marching home in tri­umph,
Crowd the migh­ty throng,
One their thorn-crowned lead­er,
One their vic­tor song.

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In the high­est glo­ry,
He from Hea­ven came;
Mighty to de­li­ver,
Shout aloud His name.

They have washed their rai­ment,
Shining, snowy white;
Clothed are they with glo­ry,
As the sons of light.
Theirs the scars of bat­tle,
When the fight was on;
Theirs the shout of tri­umph,
Now the day is won.

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Up the steeps they’re throng­ing,
To ce­les­ti­al heights;
Ah, what joys await them,
What su­preme de­lights!
Theirs the wed­ding ban­quet,
For re­fresh­ment spread;
Like great seas the chor­us,
By their voic­es sped.

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To the Cap­tain’s roll call,
All make an­swer, Here!
Blessèd of My Fa­ther,
In His name draw near.
This the pur­chased king­dom,
This the vic­tor song;
The eter­nal chor­us;
Pour its tide along.

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