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

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat

He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat

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