When I go to church a Sunday,
I'd like to stay till Monday,
because of all the music that I hear.
Now it isn't for the teachin'
and it isn't for the preachin'
I'm stowin' up the glory in my ear
I get that glory, I get that glory
Oh, look, glory everywhere
Oh, I feel my soul awaken
I'm fillin' in that glory way up there
Now you hear the high sopranos
You hear the tenors sing sweet and clear
When the rumbling of the bass
shakes the windows out of place
It's throbbing up like glory in my ear
I get that glory, I have a glory
the preacher says perdition,
and he tells me to prepare
Well now, he may be right or wrong,
but with glory in a song,
I know that all my sins are washed away.
And washed away, washed away
Oh, I feel my soul is clean
When the saints come marching in
Sing out with glory, sing out with glory
Sing out that glory everywhere
Oh, I feel my soul is clean
Of heaven and that glory way up there
Of heaven and that glory way up there.