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. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his presence That transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, Let us live to make men free, While God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on He is coming like the glory Of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is help to the brave; So the world shall be his footstool, And the soul of wrong his slave. Our God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on.