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! 



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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; 

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.