Verse 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.

Verse 2

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never

call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His

judgement seat:

O be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant,

my feet!

Our God is marching on.

Verse 3

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 live to make

men free,

While God is marching on.