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 all
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory all
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory all glory all
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory all
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
