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.

He has sounded forth the trumpet

that shall never sound 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!

Our God 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! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

While God is marching on.

Amen……

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