by Julia War Howe

 

 

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.

 

I have seen Him in the watch fires 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. (Chorus)

 

I have read a fiery gospel write in burnished rows of steel:

"As ye 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." (Chorus)

 

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat;

Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!

Our God is marching on. (Chorus)

 

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. (Chorus)