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 used the fatal lightning
of his perilous red sword
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
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 can read his righteous sentence
by the dim and flaring lamps.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
his truth is marching on.
The beauty of the lily's price
was borne across the sea.
With a glory in his bosom
that transfigures you and me.
As he died to make men holy,
let us live to make men free.
While God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, al le lu ia,
His truth is marching on!