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,
with His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

CHORUS;
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires
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.

CHORUS

He has sounded from the trumpet
that shall never call retreat.
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgement-seat.
oh be swift my soul, to answer Him!
Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
CHORUS SUNG TWICE WITH
END OF SONG FADING OUT.