Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the LordHe is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are storedHe hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift swordHis truth is marching onGlory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!His truth is marching onI have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling campsThey have builded him an altar in the evening dews and dampsI can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lampsHis day is marching onGlory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!His truth is marching onHe has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreatHe is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seatO be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet!Our God is marching onGlory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!His truth is marching onIn the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the seaWith a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and meAs he died to make men holy, let us die to make men freeWhile our God is marching onGlory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!His truth is marching onHe is coming like the glory of the morning on the waveHe is wisdom to the mighty, he is honor to the braveSo the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of wrong his slaveOur God is marching onGlory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!Glory, glory, hallelujah!His truth is marching on
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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, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, 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, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat
O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on
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 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 our God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty, he is honor to the brave
So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of wrong his slave
Our God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
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