Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory

Mine eyes have 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.

REFRAIN
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps;
they have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps,
I can read hid righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

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

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bossom that transfigures you and me;
As he died to make mne holy. Let us die to make men free!
While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave;
He is wisdom to the mighty, he is honor to the brave
So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of wrong his slave.
Our God is marching on.