Sound of the Righteous

On there’s something, in the distance…like a rumble far away

If you listen you can hear it, getting closer every day

I don’t worry, for my heart knows; it’s a glad, rejoicing tribe

Pressing onward to a country just across the great divide

I hear the sound of the righteous marching homeward

Headed for a better land (blessed promised land)

We’ll settle down where no sorrows ever come we’ll be

Serenaded by the angel band

I’m a stranger in a world where sin abounds

The time is near it won’t be very long (it won’t be very long)

The saints are on the move, and soon we’ll walk on holy ground

I hear the sound of the righteous marching home

Every nation has a remnant…those who’ve chosen to believe

That the savior Christ has risen, and by faith His grace receive

Some have marched on through the darkness into never-ending day

At the trumpet, I will join them…we’ll be shouting all the way!

I hear the sound of the righteous marching homeward

Headed for a better land (blessed promised land)

We’ll settle down where no sorrows ever come we’ll be

Serenaded by the angel band

I’m a stranger in a world where sin abounds

The time is near it won’t be very long (it won’t be very long)

The saints are on the move, and soon we’ll walk on holy ground

I hear the sound of the righteous marching home

I hear the sound of the righteous marching homeward

Headed for a better land (blessed promised land)

We’ll settle down where no sorrows ever come we’ll be

Serenaded by the angel band

I’m a stranger in a world where sin abounds

The time is near it won’t be very long (it won’t be very long)

The saints are on the move, and soon we’ll walk on holy ground

I hear the sound of the righteous marching home

I hear the sound of the righteous marching homeward

Headed for a better land (blessed promised land)

We’ll settle down where no sorrows ever come we’ll be

Serenaded by the angel band

I’m a stranger in a world where sin abounds

The time is near it won’t be very long (it won’t be very long)

The saints are on the move, and soon we’ll walk on holy ground

I hear the sound of the righteous marching home

The saints are on the move, and soon we’ll walk on holy ground

I hear the sound of the righteous marching home