Oh, hear our bugles calling
Across the distant seas!
Oh, hear our song triumphant
Which is floating on the breeze!
Columbia's mighty Army
Is marching thousands strong--
From East, West, North and South,
We are singing this true song--
" 'Tis Glory ! Glory ! Glory !
Glory to God on High!
In His great Army we're marching--
For Him we'll fight or die !"
And o'er our heads is gleaming
The " Stars and Stripes" unfurled--
While we are sending this Message
To our Comrades through the World
" Stand fast ! Stand fast ! We're coming,
Ten thousand, thousand strong!
For we are marching gladly
To help to banish Wrong."
"Tis Glory! Glory! Glory!
Glory to God on High!
In His great Army we^re marching
For Him we'll fight or die!"
We'll stand with Britain's Banner,
And France's Colors true
Then all will be united
'Neath the Red, the White, the Blue!
We're coming fast to help you,
Across the deep, wide sea
We'll clasp your hands as Brothers
In Love's Fraternity!
"'Tis Glory! Glory! Glory!
Glory to God on High !
In His great Army we're marching
For Him we'll fight or die!"
