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.
CHORUS
Glory!Glory,hallelujah!
Glory!Glory,hallelujah!
Glory!Glory,hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an alter in the evening dews and damps;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement seat;
O be swift,my soul,to answer Him!be jubilant ,my feet!
Our God is marching on
CHORUS
Glory!Glory,hallelujah!
Glory!Glory,hallelujah!
Glory!Glory,hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the see.
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,let us die to make man free;
While God is marching on.