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!

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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred 
circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and 
damps.
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and 
flaring lamps;
His day is marching on!

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I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of 
steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace 
shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his 
heel,
Since God is marching on."

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He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call 
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!

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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.