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

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
His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallеlujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

(Everybody say)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallеlujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
(Everybody sing)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

(One more time)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah! (everybody sing)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on