1 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 has loosed the fateful lightning
of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Refrain:
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
2 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. [Refrain]
3 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. [Refrain]
