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.

 cho: 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
 l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
 His day is marching on.

 cho:
 I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd 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.

 cho:

 He has sounded form 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.

 cho:

 He has sounded form 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.
 cho:

 ln 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