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.
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.
He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall nevermore retreat.
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgment seat.
to once again be true and lift my feet.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
is Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
that transfigures you and me,
As He died to make men whole,
He left us willed to make men free,
While God is watching over.
Glory, glory, halle lujah!
His truth is marching on,
His truth is marching on, on!