G
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
C
He is trampling out the vintage
G
where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Em
of His terrible swift sword,
Am D7 G
His truth is marching on.
G
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
C
Glory, Glory Halle lujah,
G Em
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Am D7 G
His truth is marching on.
G
I have seen him in the watch fires
of a hundred circling camps;
C
They have builded him an altar
in the evening dews and damps;
G
I can read his righteous sentence
Em
by the dim and flaring lamps,
Am D7 G
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ 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.
He has sounded for the trumphet
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.
In the beauties 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!