Still I see them coming, coming, br In their ragged broken line, br Walking wounded in the sunlight, br Clothed in majesty divine. br For the fairest of the lilies, br That God's summer ever sees, br Ne'er was clothed in royal beauty br Such as decks the least of these. br Tattered, torn, and bloody khaki, br Gleams of white flesh in the sun, br Raiment worthy of their beauty, br And the great things they have done. br Purple robes and snowy linen br Have for earthly kings sufficed, br But these bloody sweaty tatters br Were the robes of Jesus Christ.