Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the
Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the
grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the
fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His
truth is marching on.
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred
circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in
the evening dews and damps; I can read His
righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His
day is marching on.
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born
across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that
transfigures you and me; As He died to make men
holy, let us die to make men free!
While God is marching on.
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Amen.