A GLORIOUS CHURCH

I.
Do you hear them coming, brother, thronging up the steeps of light
Clad in glorious shinning garments, Blood-washed garments pure and white?

‘Tis a glorious church, without spot or wrinkle, Washed in the blood of the
Lamb (2x)
II.
Do you hear the stirring anthems, Filling all the earth and sky?
Tis a grand, victorious army, Lift its banner up on high!
Never fear the clouds of sorrow, Never fear the storms of sin;

We shall triumph on the morrow, Even now our joys begin,

Wave the banner, shout His praises, For our victory is nigh!
We shall join our conq’ring Savior, We shall reign with Him on high!

‘Tis a glorious church, without spot or wrinkle, Washed in the blood of the
Lamb (2x)

Washed in the blood of the Lamb

YOU ABIDE
I.
I ONCE BELIEVE IT WAS UP TO ME, TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN.
THRO’ ENDLESS DAYS, I WENT MY WAY AND THO’T I WAS
WALKING ALL ALONE
BUT NOW I SEE THAT YOU WERE ALWAYS BY MY SIDE; THRO’ JOY
AND PAIN
THRO’ SEASONS OF MY LIFE, OF MY LIFE.

IF I CRY, YOU WEEP, WHEN I WALK, YOU LEAD!

IF I STUMBLE, YOU EASE MY FALL, WHEN I SING, YOU ARE MY
SONG.
EV’RY VICTORY, EV’RY CRUSHING DEFEAT; THRO’ IT ALL, YOU
ABIDE WITH ME.

II.
I KNOW YOUR LOVE WILL LIFT ME UP, WHEN I’M TOO WEAK TO
STAND.
I SEE YOUR FACE, I FEEL YOUR GRACE AS WE WALK TOGETHER
HAND IN HAND.
YOUR PRESENCE GLOWS LIKE THE EARLY MORNING DAWN; LIGHT
THAT GAVE MY SOUL LASTING STRENGTH TO CARRY ON, CARRY
ON

IF I CRY, YOU WEEP, WHEN I WALK, YOU LEAD!

IF I STUMBLE, YOU EASE MY FALL, WHEN I SING, YOU ARE MY
SONG.
EV’RY VICTORY, EV’RY CRUSHING DEFEAT; THRO’ IT ALL, YOU
ABIDE WITH ME (2X)

YOU ABIDE WITH ME