Rejoice ye pure in heart
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing
Your glorious banner wave on high
The cross of Christ your King
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
Give thanks and sing
With voice as full and strong
As ocean’s surging praise
Send forth the hymns our fathers loved
The psalms of ancient days
Still lift your standard high
Still march in firm array
As warriors through the darkness toil
Till dawns the golden day
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At last the march shall end
The wearied ones shall rest
The pilgrims find their heavenly home
Jerusalem the blest
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