491 8, 6. 8L. H. S. Cutler, 1872 The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain; His blood-red ban-ner streams a - far, Who fol-lows in His train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Tri - um-phant o Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train. 2 Despised and scorned they sojourned here, But now, how glorious they appear! So oft, in troubled days gone by, For aye their tears shall dry. 8, 8, 8, 6. 12L. 3 Then hail! ye mighty legions, yea, Salvation's glad refrain. [and sing Swing high your palms, lift up your song, Yea, make it myriad voices strong: Second Tune. H. A. Brorson, ca. 1760 Norwegian Folk-Tune Ob Be-hold a host, ar-rayed in white, Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright, Lo, these are they, of glo-rious fame, Who from the great af-fliction came, With palms they stand-Who are this band Before the throne of light? And in the flood of Jesus' blood Are cleansed from guilt and blame; |