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.

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

I have seen Him in the watch fires
Of a hundred circling camps;
We are building Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps;
I can see His righteous sentence
By our dim but flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

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 judgement seat.
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him
Be jubilant, my feet
Our God is marching on

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 die to make men free;
While God is marching on.

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