Chrous

Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

Verse 1

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, His truth is marching on

Verse 2

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 by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on

Verse 3

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat; he is sifting out the hearts of all before his judgment seat. O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave; He is wisdom to the mighty, he is honor to the brave; So the world shall be his foot-stool, and the soul of wrong his slave. Our God is marching on.