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Lyrics
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.
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,
His day is marching on.
Glory, hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory, hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Glory, hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory, hallelujah! Hallelujah!
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of all before His judgment seat.
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant my feet!
Our God is marching on,
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glorious light inside Him that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make us holy, let us live to make all free,
While God is marching on,
While God is marching on.