1Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
2He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
3He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
4His truth is marching on.
5Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
6Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
7I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
8They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
9I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
10His day is marching on.
11In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
12With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
13As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
14While God is marching on.
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