Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the vineyard
Where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He has loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
Glory, Glory Hallelujah ...x 3
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 the righteous sentence
by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory, Glory Hallelujah ...x 3
His truth is marching on.
He hath sounded for the trumpet
That shall never sound retreat.
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before his judgement seat.
O be swift my soul to answer Him
Be jubilant my feet
Our God is marching on.
Glory, Glory Hallelujah ...x 3
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 live to make men free
While God is marching on.
Glory, Glory Hallelujah ...x 3
His truth is marching on.