Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, His truth is marching on.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where grapes of wrath are stored; he hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. (Chorus)
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps; They have built 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. (Chorus)
He has founded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat' Oh! Be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. (Chorus)
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. (Chorus)
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