Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the 1 of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His 2 is marching on.

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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! 3 ! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred 4 camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous 5 by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.

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I have read a fiery 6 writ in burnish'd rows of steel,


"As ye deal with my condemners, So with you my grace shall 7 ;"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his 8
Since God is marching on.

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He has sounded form the trumpet that 9 never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

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ln the beauty of the lillies 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,
While God is marching on.

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