Hark to the sound of voic­es!
Hark to the tramp of feet!
Is it a migh­ty ar­my
Treading the bu­sy street?
Nearer it comes and near­er,
Singing a glad re­frain;
List what they say as they haste away,
To the sound of the mar­tial strain:

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Marching be­neath the ban­ner,
Fighting be­neath the cross,
Trusting in Him who saves us,
Ne’er shall we suf­fer loss;
Singing the songs of home­land,
Loudly the chor­us rings;
We march to fight in our ar­mor bright,
At the call of the King of kings!

Out of the mist of er­ror,
Out of the realms of night,
Out of the pride of learn­ing,
Seeking the home of light;
Out of the strife for pow­er,
Out of the greed of gold,
Onward they roam to their heav’n­ly home,
And the trea­sure that grows not old.

Refrain

On then, ye gal­lant sol­diers,
On to your home above!
Yours is the truth and glo­ry,
Yours is the pow­er and love;
Here are ye trained for he­roes,
Yonder ye serve the King;
March to the light ’neath the ban­ner white,
With the song that ye have to sing.

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