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 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. (Chorus)
I have read a fiery gospel write in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My Grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." (Chorus)
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat; Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. (Chorus)
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. (Chorus)