Verse 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.
Chorus
Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
Verse 2
I have seen him in the watchfires 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.
Verse 3
He has sounded forth the trumpet That shall never call 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 5
He is coming like the glory Of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honour to the brave; So the world shall be his footstool, And the soul of wrong his slave. Our God is marching on.