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.
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;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and
flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching
on.
I have read a fiery Gospel
writ in burnished 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God 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;
[originally …let us die to
make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching
on.
He is coming like the glory of
the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the
brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the
soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching
on.