Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
He is tramping 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.
Glory, glory hallelujah.
Glory, glory hallelujah.
His truth is marching on!

I have seen him in the watch fire of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps.
I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on!

Glory, glory hallelujah.
Glory, glory hallelujah.
Glory, glory hallelujah.
His day is marching on!

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
"As ye deal with my contemner, so with you my grace will deal",
Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on!

Glory, glory hallelujah.
Glory, glory hallelujah.
Glory, glory hallelujah.
Since 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 me free,
While God is marching on!

Since God is marching on!
Since God is marching on!
Since God is marching on!
While God is marching on!