My 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
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 have read his righteous sentence by the *** and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
As he dealed with my contemptors so with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel
Since my God is marching on
He has sounded forth a trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him
Be jubilant, my feet, our God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah