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 lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on 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 built Him an altar in the evening dews and damps Can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day 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 live to make men free While God is marching on Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! My God is marching on Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! My God is marching on