1. 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 fatal lightening of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Our God is marching on 2. He hath 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. 3. 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 live to make men free, While God is marching on. 4. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave; He is wisdom to the mighty; He is succour to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of time His slave; Our God is marching on!