My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling off the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the faithful 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.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call "Retreat",
He is sitting on the hearts of men before his judgement seat.
Oh, be swift, my sword, to answer him!
Be jubilant, my feet!
His Truth is marching on!
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