- 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 lightening of his terrible swift sword;
his truth is marching on.
Chorus
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
- He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
he is sifting out all human hearts before his judgement seat;
O 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 us holy, let us die to make all free,
while God is marching on.