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 his 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

I have seen Him in the watch fires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps
I can read his righteous sentence
In the dim and daring lamps
His day is marching on

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

I have read a fiery Gospel
Writ in burnished rows of steel
„As ye deal with My contemners
So with you My grace shall deal”
Let the Hero born of woman
Crush the serpent with His heel
Since God 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 sitting 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

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