One of the greatest songs that was ever written is very seldom done on television
and I would like to, I'd like to sing that song for you tonight.
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.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
His truth is marching on.
He hath sounded forth his trumpet
that will never e'er retreat.
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before his judgment seat.
Oh, be swift, my soul, be answering.
Be my feet, my jubilant feet.
His truth 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.
As he died to make men holy,
let us die to make men free.
While God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Our God is marching on.
Our God is marching on.
Our God is marching on.