We Will March Through The Streets Of The City

We will march through the streets of the city
With our loved ones (that's) gone before
We will sit on the banks of the river
Where we’ll meet to part no more
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
And transported by his blood
Come, thy fount of every blessing
Do now hark to sing God’s praise
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Calls for songs of loudest praise
We will march through the streets of the city
With our loved ones (that's) gone before
We will sit on the banks of the river
Where we’ll meet to part no more
Hark the voice of Jesus calling
Who will go and work today
Fields are white and harvest is waiting
Who will bear the sheaves away
Yes, we’ll 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