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!
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.
I have read a fiery Gospel
Spirit 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.
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.
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.
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
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