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      Glory, glory, Hallelujah   Glory, glory, Hallelujah   Glory, glory, Hallelujah   His truth is marching on      He has sounded for 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      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   Glory, glory, Hallelujah   His truth is marching on      Glory, glory, Hallelujah   Glory, glory, Hallelujah   Glory, glory, Hallelujah   His truth is marching on      Amen