They come!
Out of mighty tribulation,
With a sound of jubilation,
They come! They come!

From every land beneath the sun,
They come!
To tell of mighty victories won;
Unto the Father through the Son,
They come!

They come--the victors in the fight,
They come--the blind restored to sight,
From deepest Darkness into Light;
They come!
In a holy exaltation,
With a sound of jubilation,
They come! They come!




PROCESSIONALS


NORTH

We come from the gloom of the shadowy trail
Out away on the fringe of the Night,
Where no man could tell, when the darkness fell,