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 : Our God is marching on.
Glory ! glory ! Hallelujah! Glory ! glory ! Hallelujah ! Glory ! glory I Hallelujah ! Our God is marching on.
2. 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 : Our God is marching on.
3. He has 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.
4. 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.