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 hat loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory, hallelujah! Glory! Glory, hallelujah!
Glory! Glory, hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

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

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His 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 bosom that transfigures you and me
As He did to make me holy, let us die to make men free
While God is marching on.