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
