The children are gathering from near and from far;
The trumpet is sounding the call for the war;
The conflict is raging, ’twill be fearful and long;
We’ll gird on our armor, and be marching along.
Marching along, we are marching along,
Gird on the armor, and be marching along,
The conflict is raging, ’twill be fearful and long,
Then gird on the armor and be marching along.
The foe is before us in battle array,
But let us not waver nor turn from the way;
The Lord is our strength, be this ever our song;
With courage and faith we are marching along.
Enlisted for life, we will camp on the field,
With Christ as our captain, we never will yield;
sword of the Spirit, both trusty and strong,
We’ll hold in our hands as we’re marching along.
Through conflicts and trials our crowns we must win,
For here we contend ’gainst temptation and sin;
But one thing assures us, we can not go wrong,
If trusting our Savior, while marching along.