One of the greatest songs that was ever written is very seldom done on televisionand I would like to, I'd like to sing that song for you tonight.Mine eyes have seen the gloryof the coming of the Lord.He is trampling out the vintagewhere the grapes of wrath are stored.He hath loosed the fateful lightningof 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 trumpetthat will never e'er retreat.He is sifting out the hearts of menbefore 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 seawith the glory in his bosomthat 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.