Lyrics

Mine 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
his truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
he is sifting out the hearts of all before his judgment seat.
be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

Mine 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
his truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.