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
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall 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
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty He is honor to the brave
As He died to make men holy let us live to make men free
While God is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His being (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
Julia Ward Howe
