We Will March Through The Streets Of The City

We will march through the streets of the city

With our loved ones gone before

We will sit on the banks of the river

Where we'll meet to part no more

Jesus saw me when a stranger

Wandering from the fold of God

He to rescue me from all danger

And transported by His blood

From that fount of every blessing

You know how to sing God's praise

Streams of mercy never ceasing

Calls for songs of loudest praise

Hark the voice of Jesus calling

Who will go and work today

Fields are ripe and harvest is waiting

Who will bear the sheaves away

Recorded 2/24/32 Atlanta, Ga