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 has 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 bosom
that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy
let us die to make men free
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