Nine 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 watchfires 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
Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah
His day is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel written in burnished rows of steel
As he deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah
Since God is marching on
He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat
Oh, 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
Our God 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
While God is marching on