530 - Battle Hynm of the Republic

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 word—His truth is marching on.

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

I have seen Him in the watch-fires 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 sound 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.

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.