1. 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 loosed the fateful lightning,
Of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
2. 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.
3. He has sounded forth the trumpet,
That shall never sound retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of men,
Before His judgment seat,
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him,
Be jubilant my feet!
Our God is marching on.
4. 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 die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Chorus: Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
(His day is marching on.)
(Our God is marching on.)
(While God is marching on.)