C
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
F
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath
C
are stored,
F
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,
F C G7 C
His truth is marching on.
C F C
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, Glory, glory. Hallelujah.
F C G7 C
Glory, glory hallelujah, His truth is marching on.
C
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
F C
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps.
F
I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
F C G7 C
His truth is marching on.
C F C
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, Glory, glory. Hallelujah.
F C G7 C
Glory, glory hallelujah, His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat,
He is sitting out the hearts of men
before His judgment 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! 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 live to make men free,
His truth is marching on
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
F
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath
C
are stored,
F
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,
F C G7 C
His truth is marching on.
C F C
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, Glory, glory. Hallelujah.
F C G7 C
Glory, glory hallelujah, His truth is marching on.
C
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
F C
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps.
F
I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
F C G7 C
His truth is marching on.
C F C
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, Glory, glory. Hallelujah.
F C G7 C
Glory, glory hallelujah, His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat,
He is sitting out the hearts of men
before His judgment 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! 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 live to make men free,
His truth is marching on