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
    [Chorus]
  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 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
    [Repeat Chorus]
    His truth is marching on