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



[Chorus]

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 live to make men free

While God is marching on



[Repeat Chorus]



His truth is marching on