Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory

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 ~

I have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps ~
They have build-ed him an alter in the evening dews and damps ~
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps ~
His day 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 ~
O 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 ~

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 die to make men free ~
While God is marching on ~

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Glory, Glory, Hallelujah ~
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on ~

Words: Julia Ward Howe, 1861
Music: John Brown's Body