of the coming of the Lord
He's trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has loosed the fateful lightning
of his terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never sound retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hal lelujah!
Glory, glory, hal lelujah!
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 die to make men free,
while God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelu jah!
His truth is marching on!