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


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 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 Truth is marching on


I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel
As ye deal with my contempters so with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God 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
His Truth is marching on