First Line: We are march ...ing to a city,

We are march ...ing to a city
On the hill ... of Zion fair ;
With its beauty and its splendour,
There's no other can compare : . . .
Soon with all . . . the ransomed army,
In their pure . . . and bright array,
We shall gather in the morning,
Where the shadows flee away. . . .

2 By the martyrs and apostles,
And the holy men of old,
Will the story of redemption
Through eternal years be told :
We shall hear and join the chorus
In that realm of endless day,
When we gather in the morning,
Where the shadows flee away.

3 There are voices we remember,
There are friends we dearly love ;
We shall meet them at the portals
Of that city built above :
And our Saviour's Come, ye blessed !
All our trials will repay,
When we gather in the morning,
Where the shadows flee away.