A
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
      D
He is trampling out the vintage
          A                   E
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
        A            
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
       C#             F#m
Of His terrible swift sword
    Bm       E        A
His truth is marching on.

A        
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
D                  A
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
A                  C#  F#m
Glory! Glory! Hallelu--jah!
    Bm       E        A
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires
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.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

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.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

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.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.