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've seen Him in the watchfires of

A hundred circling camps

They have builded Him an altar

In the evening dews and damps

I can read His righteous sentence

In the dim and flaring lamps

His day 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 live to make men free

While God is marching on

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Amen amen