1 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 has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
His truth is marching on.

2 He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out all human hearts before His judgment-seat;
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
our God is marching on.

3 In the beauty of the lilies Christ was borne across the sea,
with a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make us holy, let us live that all be free,
while God is marching on.
Glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
while God is marching on.

4 He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave;
He is wisdom to the mighty; He is succour to the brave;
so the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of time His slave:
our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
glory, glory, alleluia,
our God is marching on.