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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of
the lord.
He has trampled 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.
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 has sifted 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!
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 them free,
While God is marching on.
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