Mine Eyes Have Seen the Dawning

Mine eyes have seen the dawn­ing

Of a com­ing glo­ri­ous morn

Mine ears have heard the an­gels’ song

They sang when Christ was born;

I have caught the word of pro­mise

Unto wea­ry hearts and worn

That God is march­ing on.

I can hear the stea­dy tramp­ing

Of ten thou­sand march­ing feet

True men and wo­men mov­ing on

Through high­way

lane and street;

They will nev­er pause nor fal­ter

Till the tri­umph is com­plete

With God they’re march­ing on.

Let the sobs of help­less child­ren

Crushed by crimes the law al­lows

Let the blight­ed lives of wo­men

Lost through man­hood’s brok­en vows

Let the sighs of hope­less sor­row

Every free man’s heart arouse

Since God is march­ing on.

The cries of all earth’s lit­tle ones

Have reached the great white throne

And the King Him­self has heark­ened

He has made their griefs His own;

He is come to help the help­less

He will make His judg­ments known

His strength is march­ing on.

Though the chains of sin be hea­vy

And they bind our na­tive land

Though the curse be on the na­tions

Yet our God has raised His hand;

He is call­ing us to fol­low

We ad­vance at His com­mand;

With Him we’re march­ing on.

No mul­ti­tude is migh­ty

That has made a league with sin

Nor wealth nor wis­dom can de­fend

When ev­il rules with­in

For the meek shall ov­er­come them

And the right the day must win

Since God is march­ing on.