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 loos'd the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on

Glory, glory halelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

I have seen him in the watchfires 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 truth is marching on

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 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!
His truth 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
While God is marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is succor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool and the soul of time his slave
Our God is marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
His truth is marching on!