From east and west, from north and south
That count­less host shall throng,
Unnumbered as the sea’s white sands
Its my­ri­ads pass along.

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Their song shall ring as loud they sing
While gladly march­ing on,
They tri­bute bring to Christ the King,
When cares of life are done.

With palms of vic­to­ry shall they come,
While march­ing proud and grand
As free from toil they near that home
Within the pro­mised land.

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From tri­bu­la­tions great they come
With robes made white and fair,
By wash­ing in the pre­cious blood
Of Christ their cap­tain there.

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