Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
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 the glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
Our 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

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