Classic Poem

Praise him praise him, praise our Lord and King,
All ye nations to his glory sing!
He hath led us all along the way,
Praise him, praise him, praise him all the day
Marching on ... with banner bright, ...
Marching on ... with banner bright, ...
To the city of our King;
Let us tribute to him bring,
And his joyful praises sing,
The Lord is King.
Crown him, crown him, crown him Lord of all!
Blessed conqu'ror, at thy feet we fall;
Weary pilgrim, all the journey o'er,
Joy and gladness reign for evermore.
Zion, Zion, city of the blest!
Here my weary soul would ever rest;
Vict'ry, vict'ry, mighty King, and strong,
Glory, honor to thy name belong.
Marching on, marching on with banner bright,
Marching on, marching on with banner bright,