My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
Is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of land are stored,
He lost the fateful lighting of his terrible swift soul

His truth is marching on
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
His truth is marching on

He has sounding the trumpeters
That shall never call retreat
He is setting ou the hearts of men before His judgment seat,
He swift, me 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

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 guide to make men free
While God is marching on

Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Is truth is marching on

Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Is truth is marching on