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.

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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 men
before His judgment seat.
Be swift my soul to answer him,
be jubilant my feet,
Our God is marching on.

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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..

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