B
Mine eyes have seen the glory 
B
Of the coming of the Lord
         E
He he is trampling out the vintage
          B
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
B
He has loosed the fateful lighting
B
Of His terrible swift sword
B   C#m      B   F#    B
His truth is mar-ching on
 
B
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
E                  B
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
B
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    C#m      B   F#7   B
His truth is mar-ching 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.

He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat
he is sifting out the hearts of men
before his judgment seat
O be swift, my soul, to answer him
be jubilant, my feet!
Our God 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.

He is coming like the glory
of the morning on the wave,
he is wisdom to the mighty,
he is honor to the brave
so the world shall be his footstool,
and the soul of wrong his slave.
Our God is marching on.