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 moose 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
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
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never sound 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
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on