Lo, Heaven now opens to rapturous view;
The armies that follow the Faithful and True,
Arrayed in fine linen and armor of light,
With swords of destruction the nations to smite.
All glory to God! We’ll follow the Lamb;
All glory to God! We’ll fight in the van;
In uniform white on our holiness steeds,
We’ll rush to the battle wherever He leads.
This campaign of fire shall sweep over the land,
Enlisting the pure that are able to stand;
In columns of glory they follow their king,
Like thunder their songs of sweet melody ring.
Speed onward, great army, to judge and make war,
Salvation in Jesus go trumpet afar;
There are battles to fight and fair trophies to win,
And perishing souls to be rescued from sin.
All honor to Jesus, whose eyes are aflame,
Who wondrously helps us each battle to gain;
He’s clothed in a vesture that’s dipped in the blood
He graciously shed to redeem us to God.