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 hath 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.

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 have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, Hallelujah, Glory, glory. Hallelujah.
Glory, glory hallelujah, His truth is marching on.