Zion's Onward March

Verse 1

In the land of Galilee, Look! what is it that we see? Surely, something more than common is at hand; Multitudes of people pass, ’Tis a mighty, moving mass, Moved by pow’r that’s more than mortal to command.

Chorus

Forward, forward are they marching, As the years still come and go; As they’re marching hear them sing, “We are following our King, He’s our Leader and no other will we know.”

Verse 2

Eighteen hundred years and more, Land to land, from shore to shore, With the King of glory always in the lead; Through the fire and through the blood Persecution’s awful flood Thins their ranks, but still they onward do proceed.

Verse 3

Through the darkness, through the light, Through twelve hundred years of night, But the morning of the day doth now appear; See the mighty blood-washed throng, Marching on with shout and song, The full day of final vict’ry draweth near.

Verse 4

Through the dark and cloudy day They’re still marching on their way, See their numbers are increasing more and more; The three days and half are past, Light sublime has come at last— ’Tis revealing that the cloudy day is o’er.

Verse 5

Now they’ve reached the evening light, Clothed in robes of snowy white, Still they’re marching on to certain victory; Satan’s hosts they now defy, “God has conquered!” hear them cry, As they reach the borders of eternity.