Key: G
Introduction:
G C D G
We march on in hope, and we march toward the prize.
C G Em D
We press on in the narrow way to glory up on high.
C D Em G C
We fight, and we hope, and we laugh and feast,
C G Em D G
The victr'y march of the Church of Christ all hell cannot defeat.
G C D G
Our mission for the earth, our mission giv'n of Christ,
C G Em D
Is go to evr'y heathen land proclaiming that He died,
C D Em G C
Yet now again He lives to reign.
C G Em D G
To win the world back to Himself we baptize in His name.
G C D G
All Satan and his hosts, all hell and its fire
C G Em D
Do line themselves against the Church as she marches thus inspired
C D Em G C
Yet the promise of our Lord is they won't prevail
C G Em D G
For He is with us to the end, so all His foes must fail.
G C D G
The kings of the earth, against the Lord now plot.
C G Em D
They tear down our memorial stones in hopes to see us rot,
C D Em G C
But Christ is the stone on which all the Temple rests,
C G Em D G
So all our hope is safe above in heav'n where He is set.
G C D G
Their altar they have made to sacrifice our young
C G Em D
With poisoned steel their blade is aimed into their hearts to plunge,
C D Em G C
Yet we will not give the heritage away,
C G Em D G
For we will guard our children's hearts against the sinners' way.
G C D G
Come see all the lands of earth now fight in war.
C G Em D
What hope of peace now has the world, so bloodied, ravaged, torn?
C D Em G C
And who will proclaim the word of peace,
C G Em D G
That all the tribes be reconciled to live in Christ as free.
G C D G
See here on the street, poor sinners line the way.
C G Em D
Their hungry souls, afflicted much, in broken pity lay.
C D Em G C
Now what is their hope, their balm of life,
C G Em D G
If not the Christian's healing word of Jesus' sacrifice?
G C D G
Though many be our foes and sharpened be the sword
C G Em D
That glids the necks of valient men who shout redemption's word
C D Em G C
And many be the cries of souls oppressed,
C G Em D G
Yet still advancing is the word that brings to all men rest.
C D Em G C
Though great be our toil, yet greater still our prize.
C G Em D G
Through hunger, suffering, flame, and loss, Christ wins His purchased Bride.