We’re an ar­my all en­rolled
Of many mill­ions strong;
All look on with won­der as
We stea­dy swing along;
Cheer each oth­er as we go
With this tri­um­phant song,
As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Refrain

March on! march on!
We sing the ju­bi­lee!
March on! march on!
The grace that makes us free;
Following our cap­tain, Christ,
Whose guid­ing eye we see,
As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Hosts of dark­ness trem­ble as
Our ban­ners are un­furled;
See the Li­on of Ju­dah, who
Is bound to take the world;
Kings against His right to reign
Shall from their seats be hurled,
As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Refrain

Come along, ye co­horts strong,
We’re one in this cam­paign—
One in Him whose sign we bear,
Who bore our guilt and shame;
Palms of vic­to­ry bought for all,
Who bear that won­drous name,
As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Refrain

We are har­nessed for the war,
The Spir­it’s sword we wield;
See, a dy­ing Lamb, em­bossed
Upon faith’s am­ple shield;
Breastplate of a per­fect love
Which scorns to sin to yield,
As we are march­ing to Ca­naan.

Refrain

Soon the war will have its end,
And then this con­quer­ing host,
Answering the last roll call
Upon that peace­ful coast,
Each re­ceives a vic­tor’s crown
Of which we sang the boast,
As we were march­ing to Ca­naan.

Refrain

See the grand re­view above,
Along that gold­en street,
Host be­low, and host above,
Triumphant shout­ing meet;
Comrades once so missed be­low,
Each other joy­ous greet,
As when once march­ing to Canaan.

Refrain