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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.
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
with a glory in his presence
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, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
He is coming like the glory
of the morning on the wave,
he is wisdom to the mighty,
he is help to the brave;
so the world shall be his footstool,
and the soul of wrong his slave.
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on.