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 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! His truth is marching on.