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
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.
I
have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As
ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let
the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since
God 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
is sifting 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 die to make men free,
While
God is marching on.
Glory,
glory, hallelujah!
Glory,
glory, hallelujah!
Glory,
glory, hallelujah!
His
truth is marching on.
Julia
Ward Howe
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