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 has loosed the fateful lightening

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

l 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.



I have read a fiery gospel

writ in burnish'd rows of steel,

"As ye deal with my condemners,

So with you my grace shall deal"

Let the Hero, born of woman,

crush the serpent with his heel

Since God 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

Oh, 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.



ln 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! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.