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.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
gloria, gloria, Alleluia!
I have seen Him in the watch -fires
of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded him an altar
in the evening jewels and lamps.
I can read his righteous sentence
in the dim and flaring lamps.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
In the beauty of the native Christ
With a 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!
His truth is marching on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!